Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
This whole world is a garden, and my One is the Gardener. He looks after every single plant — not one is left out or forgotten. And whatever fragrance He gives each flower, that's the scent it gives off; you can tell each flower by the perfume the Gardener planted in it.
This verse says the world is a garden, the One is the Gardener, and no one is left out of His care.
After the heavy picture of the manmukh hauling bricks, the song suddenly opens into something tender. Ih jag vaarhee mayraa parabh maalee means "this world is a garden, and my Lord is the Gardener." Everything shifts. We are no longer in a noisy market of grabbing and gossip. We are in a garden where every plant is looked after.
The comfort is complete. Sadaa samaalay ko naahee khaalee means "He always takes care of it; no one is left out." No plant skipped. No corner forgotten. Whatever else you wonder about, you are not forgotten. The Gardener knows every flower in the garden, and that includes you.
The last line has two layers. Jayhee vaasnaa paa-ay tayhee vartai means "whatever fragrance He gives, that is how it is." A rose smells like a rose because that is the scent it was given. Jasmine smells like jasmine. On one level this is pure wonder at how every living thing is exactly, beautifully itself. Your nature, your gifts, your way of being were planted in you. You don't have to make your own fragrance. You only have to bloom into the one you were given.
There is a quieter layer too. Vaasnaa can mean "fragrance," and it can also mean "the deep leaning inside a person." What the One places deep inside someone tends to show in how they live. Vaasoo vaas janaavani-aa means "the flower is known by its scent." A heart full of Naam, the Name of the One, gives off a different fragrance than a heart full of gossip and grabbing. You can tell the gurmukh and the manmukh apart, not by their clothes or their words, but by the scent of how they live.
And it all goes back to the Gardener. Even the fragrance is given, not self-made. That keeps us humble. The sweet-smelling flower didn't make its own perfume. Grace planted it. Our job is only to let it bloom.
What's the "fragrance" you give off to the people around you — and is it the one you'd want to be known by?
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