ਸਾਰਗ ਮਹਲਾ ੫ ॥
saarag mehlaa 5.
Saarang, Fifth Mehl:
ਮੇਰੈ ਮਨਿ ਮਿਸਟ ਲਗੇ ਪ੍ਰਿਅ ਬੋਲਾ ॥
mayrai man misat lagay pari-a bolaa.
The Speech of my Beloved seems so sweet to my mind.
ਗੁਰਿ ਬਾਹ ਪਕਰਿ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਸੇਵਾ ਲਾਏ ਸਦ ਦਇਆਲੁ ਹਰਿ ਢੋਲਾ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
gur baah pakar parabh sayvaa laa-ay sad da-i-aal har dholaa. ||1|| rahaa-o.
The Guru has taken hold of my arm, and linked me to God's service. My Beloved Lord is forever merciful to me. ||1||Pause||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The words of my Beloved taste sweet to my mind.
The Guru took me by the arm and set me to serving the One. My Beloved is kind to me, always.
When love leads you by the arm, doing good stops feeling like a rule and starts tasting sweet.
Misat, sweet — the teaching is tasted as sweetness. Baah pakar, taking by the arm, is a tender image: being led, gently. Dhola is an affectionate word for the beloved, unusually warm — the divine here is a dear one who is sad da-i-aal, forever kind.
A Question to Sit With
Whose voice or words feel sweet to you — the kind you would happily follow?
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