Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
O my mind, let your love rest gently on the One, again and again — it grows sweeter the more you do.
When love hasn't taken root yet, effort can feel like beating empty husks: lots of motion, nothing in your hands.
But turned toward the One with real affection, even small acts fill up with meaning.
The Rahau — man ray har har saytee liv laaay — is the whole shabad in one line: rest your love, again and again, on the One, and it turns sweet (jap meethaa, the Sorath sweetness). Tuh kuteh, “threshing empty chaff,” names effort without inner love: all that motion and nothing in your hands. Rather than condemning the manmukh who does this, the reading simply shows the difference love makes to the very same actions.
When has doing something with love felt completely different from doing the same thing without it?
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