Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Some hearts wander in confusion, some are lit up with love, and all of it is part of Your vast, playful unfolding.
I would love to give You something of 'mine,' but when I look, even my body and my breath are already Yours.
So all I can really do is lean on the sweet Name as my support, and let grace do the rest.
ik bhram bhulaa-ay ik bhagtee raatay, tayraa khayl apaaraa — some in doubt, some in devotion; Your endless play. jit tuDh laa-ay tayhaa fal — as You yoke them, so the fruit; too hukam chalaavanhaaraa — You are the wielder of Hukam. sayvaa karee jay kichh hovai apnaa, jee-o pind tumaaraa — I would serve if anything were mine, but soul and body are Yours: the dissolving of the separate doer. amrit naam aDhaaraa — the Name as support.
What is something you call 'mine' that was really given to you?
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