Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Praise the One who set this whole creation going. A cluttered heart gathers grime — so how rare it is for anyone to actually taste the sweetness of life.
But you can: churn it like butter from milk, drink it in, and give your restless mind over to the Teacher, who will treasure it. When I linked my heart to the True One, I recognized my own Beloved with ease.
I get to sing alongside the One only if it pleases the One — for how could I meet Him while holding myself apart like a stranger? So praise the One who made the world.
math amrit pee-aa — churn and drink the nectar: the old image of churning milk into butter says the sweetness is already in ordinary life, but it takes patient effort to bring it out. ih man dee-aa gur peh — hand the mind to the Teacher and mol karaa-i-aa, He appraises it as precious. The closing question is tender: ki-o milai ho-ay paraa-i-aa — how can I meet the One while keeping myself a paraa-i-aa, a stranger, holding back? Nearness asks that we stop standing apart.
What is something good that only comes out with patient effort, like butter from milk?
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