ਕਿਆ ਜਾਨਾ ਕਿਆ ਹੋਇਗਾ ਰੀ ਮਾਈ ॥
ki-aa jaanaa ki-aa ho-igaa ree maa-ee.
How do I know what will happen to me, O my mother?
ਹਰਿ ਦਰਸਨ ਬਿਨੁ ਰਹਨੁ ਨ ਜਾਈ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
har darsan bin rahan na jaa-ee. ||1|| rahaa-o.
Without the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan, I cannot survive. ||1||Pause||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
How can I know what will become of me, Mother?
Without seeing my Beloved, I cannot survive.
Some longings are so deep that being apart feels like not being able to breathe.
A second refrain, even rawer: "without the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan, I cannot survive." This is viraha at full intensity — separation experienced as a threat to life itself. The cry to "Mother" gives it the helplessness of a child who cannot soothe herself.
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