Beginning with One, holy letters flow on, limbs
of verse ranged in chapters of song. My Gurū has
rhythm, order, and rhyme; chanting carefully I find
myself carried along, with subtle patterns appearing
in time.
So many reminders to vanquish sorrow, born
of self-centered illusion! What joyful expressions of
peace everlasting, knowable both here and tomorrow!
Your Name is a vessel of praise and deliverance, carrying
us beyond the reach of all transgressions. Planting this
truth and reaping its fruit, enjoy freedom over mastered
delusion.
As I near completion, my family gathers to hear the holy
Granth’s conclusion. Palms cupped, the Gurū’s blessing is
received, as warm and sweet as union. Palms cupped, the
Gurū’s blessing is received, as warm and sweet as union.
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Nihal Singh