Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
When I hold the One who never moves and never changes, the dizzy spell of wanting simply wears off.
A quiet, natural peace settles in — like music playing that no one had to strike — and the old aching does not come back.
Achut abhinaasee is the unmoving, undying One. Maa-i-aa maad, the intoxication of maya, is the same spell of wanting from the earlier shabads, here wearing off on its own. Sahj anad is intuitive, effortless peace; anhad dhun, the unstruck melody, the inner music that sounds by itself when the heart is still. Bikhaad, the suffering, never returns — not by force but because the ground itself has changed.
Have you ever felt a quiet calm or music inside when your mind finally went still?
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