Chaubolay, Verse 11 — the moth that loves the flame
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I am lost in love for my Beloved; remembering the One, I do not even notice my own body.
The One shines out plainly through all the worlds. Nanak says: I am a small, lowly moth at the One's flame.
When love fills you up, you forget about yourself.
The lover is magan, lost in love for the Beloved, so full of remembering the One that the body itself is forgotten. And the One's light is pargat, shining out plainly all through the world.
The last picture is a moth. Nanak calls himself adham patang, a small, humble moth, drawn to the One's flame.
Think of a little moth flying toward a porch light at night. It cannot look anywhere else. That is how wholehearted this love is. This verse closes the Chaubolay.
What do you love so much that you forget to think about yourself?
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