ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਮਨਿ ਧਿਆਵਹੁ ਮੈ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਿਆਰੇ ॥
har har har har har man Dhi-aavahu mai har har naam pi-aaray.
Within my mind, I meditate on the Lord, Har, Har, Har, Har, Har. The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is so dear to me.
ਦੀਨ ਦਇਆਲ ਭਏ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਠਾਕੁਰ ਗੁਰ ਕੈ ਸਬਦਿ ਸਵਾਰੇ ॥੧॥
deen da-i-aal bha-ay parabh thaakur gur kai sabad savaaray. ||1||
When God, my Lord and Master, became merciful to me the meek one, I was exalted by the Word of the Guru's Shabad. ||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The beautiful Name is so dear to me; I keep it in my heart.
When kindness reached me, even feeling small, I was lifted up by good, true words.
Even when you feel small, kindness and good words can lift you up.
The verse: the Name "is so dear to me... when God became merciful to me the meek one, I was exalted by the Word." A heart that feels small is lifted up by grace and by good words. The self-lowering ("meek") is honest smallness, met by mercy. For a child: even when you feel small, kindness and good words can lift you up.
A Question to Sit With
When you've felt small, what lifted you back up?
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