Laughing and playing, I came to Your Temple, O Lord

by Namdev

English version by S Abnashi Singh and Gurvinder Singh
Original Language Hindi

Laughing and playing, I came to Your Temple, O Lord.
While Naam Dayv was worshipping, he was grabbed and driven out.
I am of a low social class, O Lord;
why was I born into a family of fabric dyers?
I picked up my blanket and went back, to sit behind the temple.
As Naam Dayv uttered the Glorious Praises of the Lord,
the temple turned around to face the Lord's humble devotee.
Shabad by Bhagat Nam Dev in the Siri Guru Granth Sahib on how he had the darshan of the Lord.
Nam Dev milked the brown cow,
and brought a cup of milk and a jug of water to his family god.
Please drink this milk, O my Sovereign Lord God. Drink this milk and my mind will be happy.
Otherwise, my father will be angry with me.
Taking the golden cup, Nam Dev filled it with the ambrosial milk,
and placed it before the Lord.
The Lord looked upon Nam Dev and smiled.
This one devotee abides within my heart.
The Lord drank the milk, and the devotee returned home.
Thus did Nam Dev come to receive the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan.

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