Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
How lucky are the ones who hold this treasure in mind — who plant love for the one spotless Name in their hearts.
Find the perfect teacher, and suffering simply lifts away. Day and night, I sing the One's glory.
This stanza calls the soul that holds the Name fortunate — very fortunate are those who meditate on this treasure. The Name is again named a treasure, and to keep it in mind is counted not as a duty but as great good luck. And what such souls do is plant love: they enshrine love for the Naam, the Name of the One Immaculate Lord. The verb is tender — they enshrine love, set it up in the heart's holy place, the way you would install something precious in a shrine. Devotion here is not grim effort but the cultivation of love for the spotless Name.
And the fruit is the lifting of suffering: finding the Perfect Guru, all suffering is dispelled. Note that suffering departs not through the soul's own strength but through finding the Perfect Guru — the meeting itself dissolves the pain. And the natural overflow of such a soul is praise: twenty-four hours a day, I sing the Glories of God. Not occasional worship but constant song — the round-the-clock gladness of a heart in which love for the Name has been enshrined and suffering has lifted. The stanza is a small portrait of the fortunate soul: lucky to hold the treasure, enshrining love for the Name, freed of suffering by the Guru, and singing day and night.
What do you 'enshrine' in the holy place of your heart — and is it something whose love lifts your suffering?
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