Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Like a thirsty traveler at the pool, my heart drinks the water of the soul.
Nanak says: I love the sight of the One, and in kindness the One has given it to me.
The thirsty traveler has finally reached the water.
Pathik pi-aas chit sarovar — a thirsty traveler's heart finds the pool. All through Raag Malaar, the chaatrik, the rainbird, waits and thirsts for one raindrop. Here that thirst is met at last. The sarovar is the pool of amrit, the sweet water of life. Aatam jal lain — the heart drinks the water of the soul.
Then comes what Nanak loves most: the sight of the One. Kar kirpaa parabh dain — in kindness, the One gives it. It is a gift. It is received, not earned.
Think of a friend handing you a cold bottle of water at the end of a long hike. You did not pay for it. You just drink, and say thank you.
When has something you needed badly finally arrived, like water after a long walk?
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