Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Three hundred and thirty million gods beg from the Master, and still, as He gives, His treasures never run low.
An upside-down cup holds nothing; the nectar pours into the one turned right way up.
Grace rains on everyone, but only a cup turned upright can hold it.
kot taytees jaacheh parabh naa-ik — three hundred thirty million gods ask from the Master. dayday tot naahee bhandaar — even as He gives, His storehouse never runs low. There is always more.
Then comes the key picture. An upside-down cup holds nothing. seeDhai amrit parai nihaar — the nectar pours into the upright one. Think of setting out bowls in the rain. The rain falls on every bowl, but only the ones facing up fill. Grace falls on all, but only an open, humble heart can hold it. The problem is never the supply. It is how the cup is tilted.
Is your 'cup' turned up to receive, or turned down by pride or distraction? What would turn it upright?
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