Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In good company I turn the One's Name over in my heart — and a calm, steady joy fills my days and nights, as if a long-buried seed of good fortune finally sprouted.
By real luck I met the true teacher, who has no end and no limit. Taking this small servant by the hand, the teacher pulled me right out of the churning, poisonous sea.
The image of the sprouting seed (bhaag, destiny/fortune, that finally ugvi-aa — sprouted) is quietly hopeful: some good was planted long ago, dormant, and the right conditions — holy company, remembrance — finally let it break the surface. And the rescue is hands-on and tender: "taking His humble servant by the hand, He pulls him out." The "poisonous world-ocean" (bikh bhavjal) is fearsome, but the point of the image is never the danger — it's the hand. You are not left to drown; you are personally gripped and lifted.
Has something good in you ever 'sprouted' only when you were in the right place with the right people?
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