Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
It's easy to get walled in by the glittering things and lose track of your days.
So I fold my hands and simply ask: I have nothing to boast of — no fine looks, no cleverness — but You are mine, so please keep me close and safe.
The Chhant opens by naming the danger — Maya is the wall of doubt — the glitter that boxes you in and lets your days quietly slip away, like thieves plundering a house in broad daylight. But it turns fast to a humble, disarming prayer: I have no high status, no beauty, no cleverness — but without You, who is mine? Stripped of everything a person might boast about, the singer has only one thing: You are mine. And that turns out to be enough. With palms pressed together, the plea is simple: save me. Sometimes having nothing to boast of is exactly what lets you ask, honestly and completely, to be held.
What would you ask for if you didn't have to prove or boast about anything first?
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