ਹਰਿ ਚੇਤਹਿ ਤਿਨ ਬਲਿਹਾਰੈ ਜਾਉ ॥
har cheeteh tin balihaarai jaa-o.
I am a sacrifice to those who remember the Lord.
ਗੁਰ ਕੈ ਸਬਦਿ ਤਿਨ ਮੇਲਿ ਮਿਲਾਉ ॥
gur kai sabad tin mayl milaa-o.
Through the Word of the Guru's Shabad, I unite in Union with the Lord.
ਤਿਨ ਕੀ ਧੂਰਿ ਲਾਈ ਮੁਖਿ ਮਸਤਕਿ ਸਤਸੰਗਤਿ ਬਹਿ ਗੁਣ ਗਾਇਦਾ ॥੨॥
tin kee Dhoor laa-ee mukh mastak satsangat bahi gun gaa-idaa. ||2||
I touch the dust of their feet to my face and forehead; sitting in the Society of the Saints, I sing His Glorious Praises. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My heart bows to everyone who keeps the One in mind. Through the Guru's Word I am joined to the Beloved.
I honor such people with deep respect, and sitting in the Sangat, I sing the praises of the One.
The people who remember what matters are worth keeping close.
Putting the dust of someone's feet on your face and forehead is an old picture of humility: deep respect for the people who remember the One.
Satsangat bahi gun gaa-idaa: sitting in the Sangat — people gathered together to remember the One — and singing praise together, the self grows small in a good way.
A Question to Sit With
Who reminds you, just by being near them, of what matters most?
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