Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In the home of the Beloved, the world beyond, everything belongs to everyone together.
Here in her parents' home, this world, the bride keeps her things apart and calls them her own.
I am clumsy myself, so how can I blame anyone else? I do not know how to take care of these things.
In the Beloved's home everything is shared, and here we keep our things apart and call them ours.
The soul-bride thinks about two homes: her saahurrhee (the Beloved's home, where all is saajhee, shared) and her payvakrhai (her parents' home, this world, where she keeps things vakhay, separate and private). She names her own kuchajee, clumsiness, without blaming anyone else. It is honest and gentle: she has not yet learned to care for what she was given.
What is something that feels better when you share it instead of keeping it to yourself?
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