ਕਰਿ ਕਿਰਪਾ ਲੀਨੇ ਕਰਿ ਅਪੁਨੇ ਉਪਜੀ ਦਰਸ ਪਿਆਸ ॥
kar kirpaa leenay kar apunay upjee daras pi-aas.
Granting His Grace, He has made me His Own. The thirst for the Blessed Vision of His Darshan wells up within me.
ਸੰਤਸੰਗਿ ਮਿਲਿ ਹਰਿ ਗੁਣ ਗਾਏ ਬਿਨਸੀ ਦੁਤੀਆ ਆਸ ॥੧॥
satsang mil har gun gaa-ay binsee dutee-aa aas. ||1||
Joining the Society of the Saints, I sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord; I have given up other hopes. ||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Grace reached out and made me its own, and a thirst woke up in me to see the One.
Joining the Sangat, I sang the praises of the One, and all my other scattered hopes fell away.
When one love grows strong, the scattered smaller hopes fall away.
Grace (kar apunay) makes the singer its own and wakes a thirst to see the One; in the Sangat other hopes are quietly set down. When one love grows strong, the scattered smaller hopes fall away on their own.
satsang is the Sangat — people gathered together to remember the One.
A Question to Sit With
Has caring deeply about one thing ever made other worries shrink?
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