Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Dear One, You are my Master and my Giver — so be kind, You who are gentle with the small and the struggling, and let me sing Your praises, colored through with Your love.
The teaching planted the treasure of the Name inside me, and every worry scattered. In kindness the One made me its own, and the undying One came to live in my mind.
The Pause calls the One deen da-i-aalaa — tender toward the meek, the ones the world overlooks. That is where Sikhi keeps pointing the light: not toward the powerful, but toward the small and struggling. Naam nidhaan drirh-aa-i-aa — the treasure was firmly planted, and with it chintaa sagal binaasee, anxiety scattered. Apuno kar leenaa — made me its own; belonging that we receive, not achieve.
Have you ever felt truly claimed — like you belonged to someone or something for good?
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