Sikhism·Raag Tukhaari·Shabad 1
Verse 12 of 17

Katak — The Lamp Lit by Love

ਕਤਕਿ ਕਿਰਤੁ ਪਇਆ ਜੋ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਭਾਇਆ ॥
katak kirat pa-i-aa jo parabh bhaa-i-aa.
In Katak, that alone comes to pass, which is pleasing to the Will of God.
ਦੀਪਕੁ ਸਹਜਿ ਬਲੈ ਤਤਿ ਜਲਾਇਆ ॥
deepak sahj balai tat jalaa-i-aa.
The lamp of intuition burns, lit by the essence of reality.
ਦੀਪਕ ਰਸ ਤੇਲੋ ਧਨ ਪਿਰ ਮੇਲੋ ਧਨ ਓਮਾਹੈ ਸਰਸੀ ॥
deepak ras taylo Dhan pir maylo Dhan omaahai sarsee.
Love is the oil in the lamp, which unites the soul-bride with her Lord. The bride is delighted, in ecstasy.
ਅਵਗਣ ਮਾਰੀ ਮਰੈ ਨ ਸੀਝੈ ਗੁਣਿ ਮਾਰੀ ਤਾ ਮਰਸੀ ॥
avgan maaree marai na seejhai gun maaree taa marsee.
One who dies in faults and demerits - her death is not successful. But one who dies in glorious virtue, really truly dies.
ਨਾਮੁ ਭਗਤਿ ਦੇ ਨਿਜ ਘਰਿ ਬੈਠੇ ਅਜਹੁ ਤਿਨਾੜੀ ਆਸਾ ॥
naam bhagat day nij ghar baithay ajahu tinaarhee aasaa.
Those who are blessed with devotional worship of the Naam, the Name of the Lord, sit in the home of their own inner being. They place their hopes in You.
ਨਾਨਕ ਮਿਲਹੁ ਕਪਟ ਦਰ ਖੋਲਹੁ ਏਕ ਘੜੀ ਖਟੁ ਮਾਸਾ ॥੧੨॥
naanak milhu kapat dar kholahu ayk gharhee khat maasaa. ||12||
Nanak: please open the shutters of Your Door, O Lord, and meet me. A single moment is like six months to me. ||12||

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa

In plain words

In Katak, only what pleases the One comes to pass.

The lamp of inner knowing burns, lit by the essence of what is true.

Love is the oil in the lamp, and it brings my heart and the Beloved together. My heart is full of joy.

Whoever leaves this life wrapped in faults leaves it unfulfilled. Whoever leaves it full of goodness leaves it well.

Those given the gift of loving the Naam rest in the home of their own heart, and they set their hopes on You.

Nanak says: open the shutters of Your door and meet me. One moment away from You feels like six months.

Love is the oil that keeps the inner light burning.
The deeper layer

Katak (October-November) is the season of lamps (Divali falls here). The deepak is the inner lamp of intuition (sahj), lit by tat (the essence of what is true) and fueled by ras taylo, the oil of love — a picture of the lit-up heart. "Dying in faults" and "dying in virtue" set two ways of leaving this life side by side: wrapped in mistakes, or full of goodness. "A moment feels like six months" is the ache of longing.

A Question to Sit With

What keeps your inner light glowing, even on dark days?

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