Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I let praise and insult pass by, and I think on the Shabad, the Guru's Word.
I cheer for the One who gives.
Whoever You forgive is given place and honor.
Nanak says: I speak as the One makes me speak.
Praise and insult both pass by; keep your mind on the Shabad and cheer for the One who gives.
Ustat nindaa sabad veechaar: setting aside both praise and slander, I contemplate the Shabad, an equanimity toward flattery and insult alike. Jo dayvai tis ka-o jaikaar, I celebrate the One who gives. Too bakhsahi jaat pat ho-ay, whomever You forgive gains honor and status. And the closing humility of the vessel: Naanak kahai kahaavai so-ay, Nanak speaks as the One causes him to speak. True words feel less like personal achievement than like something flowing through.
Why can too much praise be just as tricky to handle as too much criticism?
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