ਗੁਨ ਗਾਵਹ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਅਗਮ ਠਾਕੁਰ ਕੇ ਗੁਨ ਗਾਇ ਰਹੇ ਹੈਰਾਨ ॥
gun gaavah parabh agam thaakur kay gun gaa-ay rahay hairaan.
I sing the Glorious Praises of God, my Inaccessible Lord and Master; singing His Praises, I am enraptured.
ਜਨ ਨਾਨਕ ਕਉ ਗੁਰਿ ਕਿਰਪਾ ਧਾਰੀ ਹਰਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਦੀਓ ਖਿਨ ਦਾਨ ॥੪॥੧॥
jan naanak ka-o gur kirpaa Dhaaree har naam dee-o khin daan. ||4||1||
The Guru has showered His Mercy on servant Nanak; in an instant, He blessed him with the Gift of the Lord's Name. ||4||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I sing the praises of my Lord and Master, who is beyond all reach. Singing them, I am filled with wonder.
Nanak says: the Guru showed kindness to me, the One's servant, and in an instant gave me the gift of the Naam of the One.
What can't be reached by effort is given freely, in an instant.
The One is beyond all reach, and the Guru gives the Naam in an instant.
The closing holds a paradox the raag loves: the One is agam (unreachable, beyond grasp), yet the gift of the Naam is given khin, in an instant, in the blink of an eye. What cannot be reached by effort is handed over freely by grace.
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