Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I come to Your shelter, You who end the pain of the poor; whatever You give, that is what I take.
Nanak is dyed in the love of Your lotus feet; keep the honor of Your servant, please.
The close pairs perfect trust with humble contentment: "whatever You give me, that is what I receive." This is acceptance without bargaining — not passivity, but the peace of trusting that what comes from a loving hand is what's needed. The plea to "preserve the honor of Your slave" hands even one's dignity into the One's keeping. After P0's restored reputation, the shabad ends by placing honor itself where it is safe — not in the fickle opinion of the world, but in the One who cannot be swayed.
Where do you keep your sense of dignity — in others' shifting opinions, or somewhere steadier?
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