ਗੁਨ ਗਾਵਹ ਠਾਕੁਰ ਅਬਿਨਾਸੀ ਕਲਮਲ ਸਗਲੇ ਝਾਰਉ ॥
gun gaavah thaakur abhinaasee kalmal saglay jhaara-o.
I sing the Glorious Praises of the Imperishable Lord and Master, and I shake off all my sins.
ਨਾਮ ਨਿਧਾਨੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਦਾਨੁ ਪਾਵਉ ਕੰਠਿ ਲਾਇ ਉਰਿ ਧਾਰਉ ॥੨॥੧੯॥
naam niDhaan naanak daan paava-o kanth laa-ay ur Dhaara-o. ||2||19||
I have found the gift of the treasure of the Naam, O Nanak; I hug it close, and enshrine it in my heart. ||2||19||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I sing the praises of the imperishable Master and shake off my wrongs.
I've found the gift of the Name, Nanak says; I hug it close and keep it in my heart.
The Name is something to hug close — devotion is affectionate, not austere, a treasure held against the heart.
The close pictures the Name as something to "hug close" — a treasure held tenderly against the heart, like a beloved keepsake. Devotion here is affectionate, not austere; the Name is embraced, cherished, kept near. What you love, you hold close.
A Question to Sit With
What do you 'hug close' and keep near your heart? Is it what you most want there?
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