ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤ ਰਸੁ ਸਤਿਗੁਰੂ ਚੁਆਇਆ ॥
amrit ras satguroo chu-aa-i-aa.
The True Guru trickles the Ambrosial Nectar into my mouth.
ਦਸਵੈ ਦੁਆਰਿ ਪ੍ਰਗਟੁ ਹੋਇ ਆਇਆ ॥
dasvai du-aar pargat ho-ay aa-i-aa.
My Tenth Gate has been opened and revealed.
ਤਹ ਅਨਹਦ ਸਬਦ ਵਜਹਿ ਧੁਨਿ ਬਾਣੀ ਸਹਜੇ ਸਹਜਿ ਸਮਾਈ ਹੇ ॥੬॥
tah anhad sabad vajeh Dhun banee sehjay sahj samaa-ee hay. ||6||
The unstruck sound current of the Shabad vibrates and resounds there, with the melody of the Guru's Bani; one is easily, intuitively absorbed in the Lord. ||6||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The True Guru lets the sweet nectar trickle into me.
The tenth door inside has opened. There, the unstruck music of the Shabad rings out with the melody of the Guru's word, and I settle into the One with ease.
There is a music playing underneath everything, waiting for you to grow quiet enough to hear it.
At the luminous center of the hymn stand amrit ras (the nectar-essence), the dasvai du-aar (the tenth gate — the inner opening beyond the body's usual doors), and the anhad sabad (the unstruck sound that plays without anyone striking it). Sehjay carries the mood: this is arrival, not effort.
A Question to Sit With
When have you felt a quiet rightness underneath a still moment?
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