Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Those who carry You in their hearts, my Master, receive the fruit of peace. They cross the frightening ocean of the world. They are known as the One's devotees.
Let me serve them, O One — let me serve them. Nanak says: You, You, You, You, You are my Lord.
Peace ripens like fruit in a heart that holds the One.
Sukh fal is the fruit of peace. Bhav sinDh is the ocean of the world, wide and rough, and those who hold the One cross it safely. Tin sayvaa ham laa-ay: let me serve them. The wish comes twice, with glad eagerness. The closing too too too too too, You, You, You, is love overflowing, the way you might call a friend's name again and again when you finally see them.
What is a good thing that grew slowly in you over time, like fruit ripening?
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