Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Like a bumblebee lost in a flower's sweetness, or a little rain-bird longing for a single drop from the clouds —
that's how I long for You, the One who takes away every fever and pain. So take me by the arm, and I'll be well.
Two more similes — the bumblebee entranced by the lotus and the rainbird thirsting for the raindrop, whose fever departs the moment it drinks. Both are pictures of a longing that only one specific thing can satisfy. And the One is named as the Destroyer of fever, the Remover of pain — the very thing the thirsty, feverish heart needs. The prayer is the raag's tenderest gesture, heard before and repeated because it's so true: take me by the arm. Not 'make me worthy first,' not 'let me earn it' — just reach down and take my arm, the way you'd help up someone who can't rise on their own. And the fever breaks.
When you're aching for something, does it help to just ask plainly for a hand?
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