Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
O One, unite me with the good; next to these holy ones, I am just a worm.
Servant Nanak has fallen in love with the teacher's feet; meeting this Holy One, my foolish, stone-like mind has blossomed and bloomed.
"Next to these holy ones, I am just a worm" — read carefully, per the voice-rules. This is not self-hatred; it is the honest, almost joyful humility of someone who has met people so genuinely good that he feels small beside them, and is glad of it, because their light is lifting him. And the closing image is pure transformation: "my foolish, stone-like mind has blossomed forth in lush profusion." A stone does not bloom. That is the miracle Guru Ram Das keeps pointing to — the hard, closed, unpromising heart, in good company and by grace, unexpectedly flowering. What looked like dead rock turns out to have a garden in it after all.
Have you ever met someone so good it made you want to be better? Can a 'stony' heart really learn to bloom?
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