ਅੰਗੀਕਾਰੁ ਕੀਆ ਪ੍ਰਭਿ ਅਪਨੈ ਦੋਖੀ ਸਗਲੇ ਭਏ ਰਵਾਲ ॥
angeekaar kee-aa parabh apnai dokhee saglay bha-ay ravaal.
God has made me His own, and all my enemies have been reduced to dust.
ਕੰਠਿ ਲਾਇ ਰਾਖੇ ਜਨ ਅਪਨੇ ਉਧਰਿ ਲੀਏ ਲਾਇ ਅਪਨੈ ਪਾਲ ॥੧॥
kanth laa-ay raakhay jan apnay uDhar lee-ay laa-ay apnai paal. ||1||
He hugs us close in His embrace, and protects His humble servants; attaching us to the hem of His robe, he saves us. ||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The One took me as His own, and all the harm that was aimed at me simply lost its power and blew away like dust.
He drew me close, the way you hold something precious, and kept me safe -- holding on and lifting me up.
When you belong to something larger, the harm aimed at you loses its power.
angeekaar -- being claimed as one's own; dokhee saglay bha-ay ravaal literally has enemies reduced to dust -- here the ill-will, not the person, loses its grip. kanth laa-ay -- held to the chest; laa-ay apnai paal -- fastened to the hem, an image of being kept safely attached to the One.
A Question to Sit With
Who makes you feel safe enough that worries shrink?
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