ਜਿਸੁ ਦੇਵੈ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਬਿਧਾਤਾ ॥
jis dayvai purakh biDhaataa.
One who is blessed by the Primal Lord, the Architect of Destiny,
ਹਰਿ ਰਸੁ ਤਿਨ ਹੀ ਜਾਤਾ ॥
har ras tin hee jaataa.
realizes the subtle essence of the Lord.
ਜਮਕੰਕਰੁ ਨੇੜਿ ਨ ਆਇਆ ॥
jamkankar nayrh na aa-i-aa.
The Messenger of Death does not come near him.
ਸੁਖੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਸਰਣੀ ਪਾਇਆ ॥੪॥੯॥੫੯॥
sukh naanak sarnee paa-i-aa. ||4||9||59||
In the Lord's Sanctuary, Nanak has found peace. ||4||9||59||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The heart the Maker of destiny blesses comes to taste the sweetness of the One.
No dread can come near it, and in the One's shelter, it rests in peace.
A sheltered heart is one that dread cannot easily reach.
Purakh bidhaataa -- the Maker, the Architect. Har ras tin hee jaataa -- only one so blessed truly knows the ras, the taste. The old messenger-of-death image is softened: dread simply cannot approach a sheltered heart.
A Question to Sit With
What is a shelter -- a person, a place, a practice -- where dread cannot follow you?
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