Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
How will I get to see my One? My whole self aches for it.
Bring me to it, dear friends — my heart is in love. Through the Word, I found my Beloved King. So you fortunate ones, chant the Name.
This short stanza returns to the longing — how shall I behold my Lord God? My mind and body yearn for Him — and then immediately shows the way it is answered. The question is the same ache that runs through all these shabads: how do I get to see the One? And the soul does not try to answer it by its own effort; it turns to the Saints: Unite me with the Lord, Dear Saints; my mind is in love with Him.
The answer comes through the Shabad: through the Word of the Guru's Shabad, I have found the Sovereign Lord, my Beloved. The yearning that the soul could not satisfy on its own is satisfied through the company of the holy and the Word of the Guru. And having found the Beloved, the soul does the natural thing — it turns to others and passes the invitation along: O very fortunate ones, chant the Name. This is the lovely rhythm of these shabads: longing, turning to the Saints, finding through the Word, and then calling others to come and find too. The fulfilled soul becomes itself an invitation; having been led to the Beloved, it cannot help saying to everyone else, come, chant the Name, you fortunate ones.
When you've found something deeply good, do you keep it private or turn around and invite others into it?
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