Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Wandering everywhere I bore great pain — but now I've come to the door of the good.
By grace, the Highest has blended Nanak into itself.
The close turns the dreaming, wandering life toward its happy end: after "great pain" from all the roaming, "I have come to the door of the Saint." The wandering was not wasted — it emptied the person enough to finally arrive. And grace completes it: "the Supreme Lord... has blended Nanak with Himself." The dreamer wakes, the wanderer arrives, and the separate self merges into the One. Even a long, painful straying can end at the door of the good.
Has a painful detour ever ended up bringing you exactly where you needed to be?
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