Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
When I have my own true Friends, why would I go begging at a stranger's door? My Friends are soaked in the True One, who lives right there in their hearts.
In their hearts these Friends celebrate; all the good deeds and duties, all the sacred pilgrimages and offerings, are already held in their love for the True Name.
He Himself makes and holds and watches all, and His will is what pleases them. My Friends glow in the color of that love — a deep and lasting red.
saajan hovan aapnay, ki-o par ghar jaahee — with true Friends of your own, why wander to a stranger's house? The Friends are those raatay sach kay, dyed in Truth. The bold claim: athsath tirath punn poojaa naam saachaa bhaa-i-aa — the sixty-eight holy pilgrimage-sites, all charity and worship, are contained in loving the True Name. This gently levels ritual religion: all the outer machinery of pilgrimage and merit is fulfilled in love itself. rang laal — the fast, lasting red of Soohee, the color that does not wash out.
Where do you already have something good, close by, that you sometimes go looking for far away?
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