Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
By the kindness of the wise, the longing was answered — the One, that treasure of all goodness, finally met me.
And peace, poise, and quiet delight welled up inside — as if, Nanak says, a million suns had come on at once.
The thirst of the first verse is quenched, and the image for it is spectacular: "millions of suns illuminate me." After all the aching, the meeting isn't a small candle but a flood of light — an experience of overwhelming clarity and joy. Note again the how: "by the Grace of the Saints" — the meeting comes through humble company, not solitary force. The whole shabad moves from thirst to a sunburst, and it's the same movement the entire raag traces: longing, turned toward the One, ends in light.
Have you ever waited a long time for something wonderful? What was the moment it finally came like?
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