Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I beg You, merciful One: make me the servant of Your servants.
That brings all nine treasures and royalty; saying Your Name, I live. The great nectar of the Name is kept in the home of Your servants; in their company I am in bliss, drinking Your praise through my ears. Serving them, I am made clean. I fan them, carry their water, grind their corn, wash their feet, and overflow with joy. On my own I can do nothing; grace me with Your glance. I am worthless — give me a seat in the gathering of the good.
The third Pauree is a hymn of humble service — the speaker begs to "carry water," "grind the corn," "wash their feet" for the community of the devoted, and finds it "joy," not degradation. This is the Vaar's ideal of greatness: the lowest service, gladly given, among good people. "By myself, I can do nothing" keeps it humble — even the wish to serve is asked for as grace.
What humble service could you offer that might actually fill you with joy rather than drain you?
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