Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Love the way the deer is drawn to a sound it can't resist, or the way two people devoted to each other serve one another gladly.
I waited so long — and finally met my dearest Friend, and my whole heart is dyed deep in that love. No one else could ever compare.
The final pictures — the deer drawn irresistibly toward a sound, and the devoted married love of two who gladly serve each other — bring the compendium home to the deepest human bond. And then the Chhant stops teaching and simply rejoices: I have obtained my Beloved... dyed in the deep crimson color of His Love... after such a long time, I have met my Friend. All the similes were leading here — to the meeting itself, the long wait ended, the heart soaked (Rang, dyed) in a love so complete that no one else looks like the Beloved. The whole poem of 'how to love' resolves into the joy of having loved and been met.
Which of these ways of loving — protecting, longing, serving, not being able to stay away — feels most like you?
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