Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Whatever good I've managed to say, it came through me as a gift, not just from me.
The beautiful Name is sweet to my heart and has chased away the ache of pain.
Peace came to live in me — a gift I can be grateful for.
A verse of deep humility: "when I have spoken, I spoke as You made me speak." Even our good words are, in a sense, given through us. The Name "seems so sweet" and "has destroyed the dwelling of pain" — remembrance evicting hurt and settling peace in its place. "It is Yours to bestow Grace, and mine to speak this prayer" — a lovely division of labor: grace gives, we ask. For a child: even your best words are partly a gift, and peace is something you can be thankful for, not just proud of.
When something good comes out of you, does it feel like it's only from you, or partly a gift?
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