Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Listen, dear heart: why carry pride that isn't even real?
All the puffing-up passes; it was never solid. Walk humbly instead, glad to serve alongside good people.
Let the grasping self grow quiet, and you cross the sea of fear; serve the Teacher and drink the sweet nectar. I simply take shelter at the One's door, grateful again and again.
garab gumaan — swollen pride, mithi-aa, unreal. sant prabhoo ho-ay daasaa: becoming a daas, servant, of the Saints — humility as freedom, not humiliation. amrit peejai, drinking the amrit, nectar of the Name. jeevat maree-ai, the die-while-alive again: the ego quiets, the person lives freely. Self-lowering language reads as honest smallness before something vast, not self-contempt.
When has letting go of being right or important actually made you feel lighter?
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