Verse 3 of 5
My Heart Blossoms Among Good Souls
ਸੰਤਸੰਗਿ ਮੇਰੇ ਮਨ ਕੀ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਿ ॥
satsang mayray man kee pareet.
My mind loves the Society of the Saints.
ਸੰਤ ਗੁਨ ਬਸਹਿ ਮੇਰੈ ਚੀਤਿ ॥
sant gun baseh mayrai cheet.
The Virtues of the Saints abide within my consciousness.
ਸੰਤ ਆਗਿਆ ਮਨਹਿ ਮੀਠ ॥
sant aagi-aa maneh meeth.
The Will of the Saints is sweet to my mind.
ਮੇਰਾ ਕਮਲੁ ਬਿਗਸੈ ਸੰਤ ਡੀਠ ॥੨॥
mayraa kamal bigsai sant deeth. ||2||
Seeing the Saints, my heart-lotus blossoms forth. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My mind loves being among good souls.
Their good qualities settle into me, their wishes feel sweet to me, and seeing them, my heart opens like a flower.
You slowly become the qualities of the people you love to be around.
The sant rub off: their gun (virtues) base — come to dwell — in the seeker's awareness; their bhaanaa (will) tastes sweet; the heart-lotus bigaas (blossoms). We become the company we keep.
A Question to Sit With
Whose good qualities have started to rub off on you?
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