Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Without love, nothing really comes alive — love is what makes everything glow.
So I searched for wisdom to hold onto, and holding it, I finally saw the One I'd been longing for.
The Chhant closes with its thesis: bin piaaray... prem na khaylaa — without the Beloved, there is no play of love — nothing truly comes alive without love at its center. And the final movement is the search resolved: how do I find the Guru? Grasping hold, I behold my Beloved. The whole poem of longing ends in finding — and the found thing is described as destiny inscribed, meaning: it was always meant for you. The wandering heart called home in the first verse arrives, in the last, at the very Beloved it was homesick for. Love was both the longing and the destination.
What in your life comes most alive because there's love in it?
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