aa-ay mil gursikh aa-ay mil too mayray guroo kay pi-aaray. rahaa-o.
Come, join with me, O Sikh of the Guru, come and join with me. You are my Guru's Beloved. ||Pause||
ਹਰਿ ਕੇ ਗੁਣ ਹਰਿ ਭਾਵਦੇ ਸੇ ਗੁਰੂ ਤੇ ਪਾਏ ॥
har kay gun har bhaavday say guroo tay paa-ay.
The Glorious Praises of the Lord are pleasing to the Lord; I have obtained them from the Guru.
ਜਿਨ ਗੁਰ ਕਾ ਭਾਣਾ ਮੰਨਿਆ ਤਿਨ ਘੁਮਿ ਘੁਮਿ ਜਾਏ ॥੨॥
jin gur kaa bhaanaa mani-aa tin ghum ghum jaa-ay. ||2||
I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice to those who surrender to, and obey the Guru's Will. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In plain words
Come, join me, student of the teaching — you are the teacher's beloved.
The One's praises delight the One; I received them from the teaching. I would give anything for those who surrender to and follow the Will.
A glad heart doesn't hoard its joy — it calls others in: 'come, join me,' honoring fellow seekers as beloved.
The deeper layer
The Pause line does something lovely: it turns outward, inviting — "Come, join with me, O Sikh of the Guru." Ram Das doesn't hoard his joy; he calls fellow seekers into it, honoring them as "my Guru's Beloved." Devotion here is generous and communal — the glad heart wants company in its gladness. And it reveres those who "obey the Guru's Will," the mark of a true seeker.
A Question to Sit With
When something good fills you, do you call others into it, or keep it to yourself?
