ਸੂਹਟੁ ਪਿੰਜਰਿ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਕੈ ਬੋਲੈ ਬੋਲਣਹਾਰੁ ॥
soohat pinjar paraym kai bolai bolanhaar.
In the cage of divine love, the parrot, speaks.
ਸਚੁ ਚੁਗੈ ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤੁ ਪੀਐ ਉਡੈ ਤ ਏਕਾ ਵਾਰ ॥
sach chugai amrit pee-ai udai ta aykaa vaar.
It pecks at the Truth, and drinks in the Ambrosial Nectar; it flies away, only once.
ਗੁਰਿ ਮਿਲਿਐ ਖਸਮੁ ਪਛਾਣੀਐ ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਮੋਖ ਦੁਆਰੁ ॥੮॥੨॥
gur mili-ai khasam pachhaanee-ai kaho naanak mokh du-aar. ||8||2||
Meeting with the Guru, one recognizes his Lord and Master; says Nanak, he finds the gate of liberation. ||8||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Imagine a bird that lives inside a cage made of love, singing sweet and true.
It feeds on Truth and drinks deep, and one day it simply spreads its wings and flies home. Nanak says: meeting the Guru, I come to know the One I belong to, and a wide-open door of freedom appears.
A life fed on Truth turns its ending into a flight home.
The parrot in the cage of prem, love, feeds on Truth. Its single flight (udai ta ekaa vaar) is the soul's one natural departure: a flight home. Mokh du-aar is the gate of liberation.
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