Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The holy ones adore the One endlessly — the One who forgives everything.
It shaped both your body and your soul, and gave you life out of pure kindness. So through the Word, hold it close and say its name with a clean heart. How great it is can never be added up — it is beyond all things, without end.
The luckiest person alive is the one in whose heart the One has settled in to stay. Meet that Beloved Master, and the heart's deep wishes come true. I live by saying its name, and my sorrows have all been wiped away — and anyone who keeps it in mind, day and night, stays forever fresh and new.
Where the previous stanza called the One the Redeemer of sinners, this one names the quality directly: He is the Forgiver of all. This is not a grudging, conditional forgiveness: the prayer names forgiving among the One's own titles — bakhshanhar, the Forgiver of all. The whole prayer rests on this: a soul that has confessed building its own distance can come home precisely because the One it returns to is named the Forgiver.
The stanza grounds devotion in gratitude for the most basic gift of all: He fashioned the soul and the body, and by His Kindness, He bestowed the soul. You did not make yourself. Body and soul alike are gifts, given out of sheer kindness before you could earn or ask for anything. The proper response to having been given your very self is the one the stanza recommends: through the Word of the Guru's Shabad, worship and adore Him, and chant His Pure Mantra — to turn the gift of life back toward the Giver in remembrance.
And the fruit is named with a lovely image of renewal: one who does not forget Him, day and night, is continually rejuvenated — nit navtan, forever new. Most things wear out with time; the soul that keeps the One in mind is the opposite — it is continually made fresh, renewed like a plant that is watered daily. The remembrance does not grow stale or used up; it keeps the heart green. And the luckiest soul of all is simply the one in whose heart the One has settled in to stay — where remembering has deepened into a permanent indwelling.
If your very self was a gift given before you could earn it, what would it mean to live turned back toward the Giver?
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