Sikhism·Siree Raag·Ashtapadee 29
Verse 15 of 22

Softly and Gently, Drop by Drop, the Ambrosial Nectar Trickles Down

ਝਿੰਮਿ ਝਿੰਮਿ ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤੁ ਵਰਸਦਾ ॥
jhimm jhimm amrit varasdaa.
Softly and gently, drop by drop, the Ambrosial Nectar trickles down.
ਬੋਲਾਇਆ ਬੋਲੀ ਖਸਮ ਦਾ ॥
bolaa-i-aa bolee khasam daa.
I speak as my Lord and Master causes me to speak.
ਬਹੁ ਮਾਣੁ ਕੀਆ ਤੁਧੁ ਉਪਰੇ ਤੂੰ ਆਪੇ ਪਾਇਹਿ ਥਾਇ ਜੀਉ ॥੧੪॥
baho maan kee-aa tuDh upray tooN aapay paa-ihi thaa-ay jee-o. ||14||
I place all my faith in You; please accept me. ||14||

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa

In plain words

Softly and gently, drop by drop — the Ambrosial Nectar trickles down.

I speak as my Lord and Master causes me to speak.

I place all my faith in You — please accept me.

Drop by drop, gently, the Ambrosial Nectar rains down — I speak what You cause me to speak, and place all my faith in You, O True Lord.
The deeper layer

Boond-aa boond-i-aa, amrit-u varsiaa, sahaj subhaa-ay — drop by drop (boond-aa boond-i-aa — drops, drops), the Ambrosial Nectar (amrit-u) rains down (varsiaa); with gentle ease (sahaj subhaa-ay — in sahaj, in natural ease, with the quality of effortlessness). The most tender image of divine grace in the ashtapadees: not a torrent, not a sudden flooding — drop by drop, gently, in sahaj. The grace that comes gradually, so gradually that you may not notice until you realize you are soaked.

Boliaa keh-aa, jo tujh-ai bhaaviaa — I speak what (keh-aa) He causes me to say (boliaa); whatever pleases You (jo tujh-ai bhaaviaa). The speaker's words are not their own — they speak what the Lord makes them speak. This is the theology of sacred utterance: the Gurus did not compose their poetry from their own genius. They spoke what the Lord put in their mouths. Guru Arjan, the compiler of the GGS, makes this claim humbly: whatever I said was what You caused me to say.

Sach-u saahib-u, sir-i dhar-ee-ai, naanak balihaarii — placing the True Lord (sach-u saahib-u) above my head (sir-i dhar-ee-ai — placed upon my head, as a crown or as the supreme authority), Nanak is a sacrifice (balihaarii). The acceptance prayer: let me be accepted by You, O True Lord.

A Question to Sit With

What comes to you gradually — so slowly you barely notice — that you only later recognize as grace? What has dripped into your life drop by drop?

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa·How we use AI

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