Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Let the grasping self melt into the song, and you come alive in a way that never fades.
The Name is always sweet on the heart — though only the quiet, listening few really taste it.
This one says: let the grasping self melt into the song, and come alive.
Sabad marahu fir jeevhu sad hee: die in the shabad, the Guru's word, and live forever. That sounds strange at first. But the "dying" here is only the grabbing, me-first part of us going quiet. Think of an ice cube dropped into warm tea. It melts, and now it's part of something sweeter.
Let that grasping self melt into the song, and you become alive in a way that can't run out. Amrit naam sadaa man meethaa: the Name is always sweet, like nectar. The line says few find it through the shabad. That is an invitation to listen, not a fence keeping anyone out.
When have you felt most fully alive by forgetting yourself for a while?
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