Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Whoever you take under your roof never feels the scorching wind — the hot blast of trouble just passes them by.
You are my safe place, the One who hands me peace. And it's among true companions, singing together, that you finally show yourself.
The verse returns to shelter. Now it names what the shelter keeps out: the scorching wind.
Jis ka-o too parabh bha-i-aa sahaa-ee — whoever You, God, have taken under Your care. Tis tatee vaa-o na lagai kaa-ee — no hot wind touches them. The tatee vaa-o, the hot wind, is Gurbani's picture for the blasts of trouble and worry that dry up a life: the heat of loss, fear, craving and grief. Guru Arjan doesn't promise that the hot winds stop blowing. He promises that the one in the One's shelter isn't touched by them. The storm goes on outside, and inside the shelter there is a stillness it can't reach — like being in a warm house while a blizzard howls at the windows.
Too saahib saran sukh-daata — You, my Master, are my shelter, the Giver of peace. Saran is the heart of it: a safe place where what chases you can't follow. And the One isn't only the safe place. The One actively hands out peace, as the sukh-daata, to all who take shelter there.
Then the verse names where this sheltering One becomes real to us: satsangat jap pargataavani-aa — remembering You in the Sat Sangat, the true company, You are revealed. The One usually isn't found by someone straining all alone. The One shows up in the company of people turned toward the One, singing together. Shared remembering — voices joined, hearts pointed the same way — opens a view that lone effort often can't, the way a choir fills a room no single voice could. The shelter, it turns out, is partly made of other people who also shelter in the One.
Who do you 'sing' alongside — the people in whose company what's deepest in you comes into view?
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