ਏਕ ਨਿਮਖ ਜੇ ਬਿਸਰੈ ਸੁਆਮੀ ਜਾਨਉ ਕੋਟਿ ਦਿਨਸ ਲਖ ਬਰੀਆ ॥
ayk nimakh jay bisrai su-aamee jaan-o kot dinas lakh baree-aa.
If I were to forget my Lord and Master, even for an instant, it would be like millions of days, tens of thousands of years.
ਸਾਧਸੰਗਤਿ ਕੀ ਭੀਰ ਜਉ ਪਾਈ ਤਉ ਨਾਨਕ ਹਰਿ ਸੰਗਿ ਮਿਰੀਆ ॥੨॥੧॥੨੪॥
saaDhsangat kee bheer ja-o paa-ee ta-o naanak har sang miree-aa. ||2||1||24||
When I joined the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, O Nanak, I met my Lord. ||2||1||24||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
If I forget my Master even for a moment, it feels like millions of days, like thousands of years.
Nanak says, when I found the Sangat gathered together, I met the One.
When you love the One, even a moment apart feels far too long.
When you love the One, even a moment apart feels endless.
Ayk nimakh jay bisrai — if the One is forgotten even for an instant — that instant feels like millions of days. Even a moment's separation feels endless when love is deep. And the reunion comes, as so often in Saarang, in the saadhsangat: the Sangat — people gathered together to remember the One — where the One is met again.
A Question to Sit With
Who or what do you miss so much that a short time away feels long?
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