Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My Father has comforted me — tucked me into a cozy bed and put sweetness in my mouth.
How could I ever forget a Father like that? Because of Him, I'll come out fine in the end.
After the fierce satire of the last shabad, Kabir turns to pure tenderness — the One as a loving Father (or parent) caring for a child. The images are warm and homely: He has given me a cozy bed and placed sweetness in my mouth — the picture of a small child comforted, tucked in, fed. And the child's simple, loving response: how could I ever forget a Father like that? When you've been cared for that gently, remembering isn't a duty; it's just love answering love. For a child this is the softest possible picture of the divine: not a distant judge, but a parent who tucks you in.
Who makes you feel safe and comforted, like being tucked in at the end of a hard day?
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