hirdai har har har Dhun upjee har japee-ai mastak bhaag jee-o.
The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, Har, vibrates and resounds within my heart; meditating on the Lord, I have realized the destiny inscribed upon my forehead.
jan naanak bolay teejee laavai har upjai man bairaag jee-o. ||3||
Servant Nanak proclaims that, in this, the third round of the marriage ceremony, the mind is filled with Divine Love for the Lord. ||3||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In plain words
In the third step something opens. A deep, aching love for the One rises in the heart, a longing that feels like the truest thing about you.
In good company I find what I was reaching for, and songs of the One pour out. My heart tries to speak of a beauty too great for words.
A steady inner music begins, the Name sounding again and again inside me, as love blossoms and fills me completely.
In the third round, longing for the One opens into blossoming love.
The deeper layer
In the third round, love for the One rises and fills the heart.
Har teejrhee laav man chaa-o bha-i-aa bairaagee-aa — in the third round, the mind fills with chaa-o and bairaag. Chaa-o means eager joy. Bairaag here means a loving longing that turns the heart from smaller things toward the One.
In good company, by great good fortune, the poet finds the One and sings. The verse calls it akath kahaanee, the story that can't be told. The One's beauty is too big for words, so the heart sings anyway. Think of a sunset so beautiful you can't describe it, but you still call everyone to come and look. Inside, the Name hums over and over like a favorite song. This third round is love in full bloom, longing and joy woven together.
A Question to Sit With
What do you love so much that it is hard to put into words?
