ਭਇਓ ਅਨੁਗ੍ਰਹੁ ਮਿਟਿਓ ਮੋਰਚਾ ਅਮੋਲ ਪਦਾਰਥੁ ਲਾਧਿਓ ॥
bha-i-o anoograhu miti-o morchaa amol padaarath laaDhi-o.
When he became Merciful, the rust was removed, and I found the priceless treasure.
ਬਲਿਹਾਰੈ ਨਾਨਕ ਲਖ ਬੇਰਾ ਮੇਰੇ ਠਾਕੁਰ ਅਗਮ ਅਗਾਧਿਓ ॥੨॥੧੩॥
balihaarai naanak lakh bayraa mayray thaakur agam agaaDhi-o. ||2||13||
O Nanak, I am a sacrifice, a hundred thousand times, to my unapproachable, unfathomable Lord and Master. ||2||13||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
When it turned merciful, the rust came off and I found the priceless treasure.
Nanak says: I am a sacrifice, a hundred thousand times, to my unfathomable Master.
The treasure was always there — grace only polishes off the rust that dulled it; the good is uncovered, not manufactured.
The close uses the rust-image again: mercy "removed the rust," revealing "the priceless treasure" underneath. The treasure was always there; grace only cleaned off what dulled it. This is the raag's steady insight — the good is not manufactured but uncovered; remembrance and mercy polish away the corrosion, and the shine that was always underneath comes through.
A Question to Sit With
What good in you might just need the 'rust' cleaned off rather than to be built from scratch?
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