Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Morning and night I sing for you — I can't help it; you are my Beloved.
There's no one else I'd ever go looking for, nowhere else I'd rather turn. And here's the wonder: you're found not by searching harder, but in the moment grace opens the way.
This one reads like a love letter to the One, and it ends by thanking grace.
An-din gun gaavaa prabh tayray — night and day, I sing Your good qualities, God. TuDh saalaahee pareetam mayray — I praise You, my pareetam, my Beloved. The huge, shapeless, faraway One from the earlier verses is here called by the tenderest word there is. This is a gift of Guru Ram Das: he makes the endless One feel close. The One who is beyond all reach is also the dearest Beloved a heart can hold.
The next line is the language of a heart that loves just one: tuDh bin avar na ko-ee jaachaa — without You, there is no one else I seek. Someone who has really found the Beloved has eyes for no one else. Not because other things are forbidden. Next to this, nothing else even seems worth looking for. Think of a child running to a parent at the school gate after a long day. In that moment, the whole crowd disappears. It isn't a rule. It's just being full.
Then the verse hands it all back to grace: gur parsaadee toon paavani-aa — only by the Guru's grace are You found. This is the humble heart at the center of all this longing. The lover sings day and night, looks for no one else, pours out love, and still knows the finding is a gift and not a prize. The singing doesn't earn the Beloved. It keeps the heart facing the door, and grace walks through it in its own time.
What is the one thing that, once you truly love it, makes everything else stop competing for your attention?
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