Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I am like a singer at the door of the One, and every day I get to sing out how wonderful it all is.
I sing the good words and I listen to them too — songs about the One who holds all the world's riches.
That One is the Great Giver, and every single being, everywhere, is holding out open hands to receive — all of us, without exception.
So kind is the Giver that even a tiny worm tucked inside a solid rock is fed and cared for. Nobody is forgotten. Nobody is too small.
Nanak says: turn toward the Guru and hold the Naam, and you discover you were rich all along.
A dhaadhee is a humble minstrel at the court, singing for the sheer joy of it. At the heart is the great leveling image: har daataa sabh jagat bhikhaaree-aa — the One is the Giver, and all the world, every being, holds out open hands to receive. Everyone is provided for, equally. And vich paathar kiram jantaa — the Giver feeds even the worm inside the stone. No creature is too small, too hidden, or too forgotten to be cared for. Grace reaches everywhere.
If even a worm inside a rock is looked after, what does that tell you about whether *you* could ever be too small or too hidden to be cared for?
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