Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
What could I possibly say that is good enough to thank the One? I run out of words; every praise feels too small.
Nanak says: the one the kind One blesses becomes the servant of the One's servants. That is honor enough for me.
The gladdest place is the lowest one: the servant of the servants.
Kavan upmaa ka-un badaa-ee — what praise, what glory could ever be enough? Every word feels too small.
Jan naanak daas dasaa-ay — the humble one becomes the servant of the servants. After the whole self has turned toward the One, glad smallness is the fitting answer. Grace meets the one who has stepped out of its way. Think of a helper at the langar who is happiest pouring water for everyone else.
Why can serving others sometimes feel better than being served?
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