The clouds rain down mercifully, and joy wells up in the minds of the people.
ਜਿਸ ਕੈ ਹੁਕਮਿ ਇੰਦੁ ਵਰਸਦਾ ਤਿਸ ਕੈ ਸਦ ਬਲਿਹਾਰੈ ਜਾਂਉ ॥
jis kai hukam ind varasdaa tis kai sad balihaarai jaaN-o.
I am forever a sacrifice to the One, by whose Command the clouds burst forth with rain.
ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਸਬਦੁ ਸਮ੍ਹ੍ਹਾਲੀਐ ਸਚੇ ਕੇ ਗੁਣ ਗਾਉ ॥
gurmukh sabad samHaalee-ai sachay kay gun gaa-o.
The Gurmukhs dwell on the Word of the Shabad. They sing the Glorious Praises of the True Lord.
ਨਾਨਕ ਨਾਮਿ ਰਤੇ ਜਨ ਨਿਰਮਲੇ ਸਹਜੇ ਸਚਿ ਸਮਾਉ ॥੨॥
naanak naam ratay jan nirmalay sehjay sach samaa-o. ||2||
O Nanak, those humble beings who are imbued with the Naam are pure and immaculate. They are intuitively merged in the True Lord. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In plain words
In kindness the clouds pour down rain, and joy springs up in people's minds.
I would give my whole self, always, to the One by whose order the clouds rain.
Following the Guru, keep the Word close, and sing the praises of the True One.
Nanak says: those dyed in the Naam are clean and pure, and they merge easily in the True One.
Joy wells up on its own when grace falls; you do not have to manufacture it.
The deeper layer
Rain falls by the One's order and joy springs up; those dyed in the Naam stay clean and merge in the True One.
A salok of the Third Mehl. Ind varsai: the rain falls, and chaa-o, joy, wells up in people. Balihaarai: giving oneself in love to the One whose Hukam sends the rain. Nirmal, pure, is the rain-washed clearness of a heart merged in the Naam.
A Question to Sit With
What is a moment that fills you with easy, bubbling joy every time?
