Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Kindness poured down, and the One simply claimed me as belonging — not because I earned it, but freely.
Along with it came a quiet gift: the Name, and the joy of loving. That joy is not a payment. It is a present.
The One made me His own as a free gift, and gave me the Name and the joy of love.
Dhaar anoograhu apnaa parabh keenaa — pouring down anoograhu, kindness, God made me apnaa, His own. Kayval naam bhagat ras deenaa — He gave the kayval, the one and only, Name, and the ras, the sweet taste, of bhagat, loving devotion.
Belonging comes first, as a gift. Think of a baby brought home from the hospital. The baby has done nothing yet, and already belongs to the family. Loving the One is the joy of that belonging. It is not the price we pay for it.
When have you felt you belonged somewhere before you had done anything to "earn" it?
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