Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Where no one listens for the stories of the One, a place feels like an empty, lonely desert, however crowded it is.
But where the Sangat sings the One's praise with love, the place becomes a blooming garden. It is full of sweetness, full of fruit, full of life.
A place without listening feels like a desert, and a place full of shared song feels like a garden.
Sarvan means ears. Where no one listens with their ears to the stories of the One, it is mahaa bha-i-aan udi-aanad, a scary, empty wilderness.
Where there is keertan, singing the One's praise, in the saaDhsangat, the Sangat — people gathered together to remember the One — there is saghan baas falaa: rich fragrance and lots of fruit. Picture a dry lot turning into a blooming garden.
This is Suniai, deep listening, the thing Japji Sahib praises. It turns a wasteland into a garden. What decides which one you live in is the Sangat you sit with and how well you listen.
What makes a gathering feel alive and nourishing to you?
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