You are my caste, my honor, my parent, my ocean — I need no other name to know I belong.
The Arc
Some people look for their worth in a family name or a group. Here the One is your group and your honor. The One is wise and never changes, so why worry? There is only One, the King of all, and that kindness brings you peace. Picture a swan on a wide ocean full of pearls. The One gives and gives without stopping, and you keep receiving, happy. You are like a small child whose parent feeds you, plays with you and holds you close. In the end you melt into the One, again and again, and there are no words left. At the centre, the Rahao: there is only One, and by the One's grace, you find peace.
Key Vocabulary
jaat paatee — caste and honor; dignity from the One, not birth.
adol — unwavering; the source of fearlessness.
aikai aikai — the drumbeat of Oneness.
saagar / hans — the ocean and its swan.
maanak laalaa — pearls and rubies; the treasures of the Name.
This shabad gathers the set's warmest images: the ocean and swan, the parent and child, the milk placed in the mouth. Its opening line quietly dismantles caste — You are my class and my honor — so that worth flows from belonging to the One, never from birth-rank. The ending stammer, milat milat milat, is joy outrunning language.
For Raag Raamkalee
Against the yogi's proud project of self-making, Guru Arjan sets a small child's utter trust: fed, held, played with, and finally merged into the ocean it was always part of.
Hukumnama
Subject: By the One's grace, I have found peace Preview: A swan on an ocean of pearls, milk placed in a child's mouth, and a joy that melts past words.
Today: Some people look for their worth in a family name or a group. Here the One is your group and your honor. The One is wise and never changes, so why worry? There is only One, the King of all, and that kindness brings you peace. Picture a swan on a wide ocean full of pearls. The One gives and gives without stopping, and you keep receiving, happy. You are like a small child whose parent feeds you, plays with you and holds you close. In the end you melt into the One, again and again, and there are no words left.
There is only One, and by the One's grace, you find peace.
For today: Tell someone at home one way they take care of you, and thank them for it.
You are my caste, my honor, my parent, my ocean — I need no other name to know I belong.
The Arc
Some people look for their worth in a family name or a group. Here the One is your group and your honor. The One is wise and never changes, so why worry? There is only One, the King of all, and that kindness brings you peace. Picture a swan on a wide ocean full of pearls. The One gives and gives without stopping, and you keep receiving, happy. You are like a small child whose parent feeds you, plays with you and holds you close. In the end you melt into the One, again and again, and there are no words left. At the centre, the Rahao: there is only One, and by the One's grace, you find peace.
Key Vocabulary
Themes and Cross-Connections
This shabad gathers the set's warmest images: the ocean and swan, the parent and child, the milk placed in the mouth. Its opening line quietly dismantles caste — You are my class and my honor — so that worth flows from belonging to the One, never from birth-rank. The ending stammer, milat milat milat, is joy outrunning language.
For Raag Raamkalee
Against the yogi's proud project of self-making, Guru Arjan sets a small child's utter trust: fed, held, played with, and finally merged into the ocean it was always part of.
Hukumnama
Subject: By the One's grace, I have found peace Preview: A swan on an ocean of pearls, milk placed in a child's mouth, and a joy that melts past words.
Today: Some people look for their worth in a family name or a group. Here the One is your group and your honor. The One is wise and never changes, so why worry? There is only One, the King of all, and that kindness brings you peace. Picture a swan on a wide ocean full of pearls. The One gives and gives without stopping, and you keep receiving, happy. You are like a small child whose parent feeds you, plays with you and holds you close. In the end you melt into the One, again and again, and there are no words left.
There is only One, and by the One's grace, you find peace.
For today: Tell someone at home one way they take care of you, and thank them for it.