No one is my enemy and I am no one's enemy; the One has spread into everything, and I am a friend to all.
The Arc
Some worries you carry are not even yours. You pick them up from a group chat, a headline, a fight you only watched. With the Sangat, people gathered to remember the One, you get to set that backpack down. Pride, clinging, wanting more and more: dig a hole and bury them. Then something opens up. You look around and see the One in every person. Nobody is left to be your enemy. You can be a friend to everyone, even the kid you keep arguing with. Your stubborn streak softens. Life starts to taste sweet. And everywhere you look, on land, in water, in the sky, the One is there. At the centre, the Rahao: in the Sangat, worries are set down and pride is laid to rest.
Key Vocabulary
banDhan: the knots, worldly bonds
saaDhsang: the Sangat — people gathered together to remember the One
ahaN-buDh: the me-first mind, egotism
naa ko mayraa dusman: no one is my enemy
barahm pasaar: the One expanded into all
birhaa: the ache of separation
Themes and Cross-Connections
The heart of this shabad — no enemies, everyone a friend because the One lives in all — is Ik Onkar lived out as ethics. It rhymes with Kabir's Nirvair heart in Gauree and with the project's steady foregrounding of non-enmity. The dissolving of birhaa (separation-ache) reframes longing itself: the distance we mourn was the illusion of being cut off, and it ends the moment the One is seen everywhere.
For Raag Dhanaasaree
Dhanaasaree's signature ache of separation is here named and healed: door paraa-i-o man kaa birhaa — the heart's sense of separation is carried off — and union follows at once. The raag of longing becomes the raag of belonging.
Hukumnama
Subject: In the Sangat, I can set my worries down Preview: loosened knots, a pit dug for pride, no enemies anywhere, and nectar falling like rain.
Today: Some worries you carry are not even yours. You pick them up from a group chat, a headline, a fight you only watched. With the Sangat, people gathered to remember the One, you get to set that backpack down. Pride, clinging, wanting more and more: dig a hole and bury them. Then something opens up. You look around and see the One in every person. Nobody is left to be your enemy. You can be a friend to everyone, even the kid you keep arguing with. Your stubborn streak softens. Life starts to taste sweet. And everywhere you look, on land, in water, in the sky, the One is there.
In the Sangat, you can put your worries down.
For today: Join the Sangat today, even for ten minutes, and leave one worry there.
No one is my enemy and I am no one's enemy; the One has spread into everything, and I am a friend to all.
The Arc
Some worries you carry are not even yours. You pick them up from a group chat, a headline, a fight you only watched. With the Sangat, people gathered to remember the One, you get to set that backpack down. Pride, clinging, wanting more and more: dig a hole and bury them. Then something opens up. You look around and see the One in every person. Nobody is left to be your enemy. You can be a friend to everyone, even the kid you keep arguing with. Your stubborn streak softens. Life starts to taste sweet. And everywhere you look, on land, in water, in the sky, the One is there. At the centre, the Rahao: in the Sangat, worries are set down and pride is laid to rest.
Key Vocabulary
Themes and Cross-Connections
The heart of this shabad — no enemies, everyone a friend because the One lives in all — is Ik Onkar lived out as ethics. It rhymes with Kabir's Nirvair heart in Gauree and with the project's steady foregrounding of non-enmity. The dissolving of birhaa (separation-ache) reframes longing itself: the distance we mourn was the illusion of being cut off, and it ends the moment the One is seen everywhere.
For Raag Dhanaasaree
Dhanaasaree's signature ache of separation is here named and healed: door paraa-i-o man kaa birhaa — the heart's sense of separation is carried off — and union follows at once. The raag of longing becomes the raag of belonging.
Hukumnama
Subject: In the Sangat, I can set my worries down Preview: loosened knots, a pit dug for pride, no enemies anywhere, and nectar falling like rain.
Today: Some worries you carry are not even yours. You pick them up from a group chat, a headline, a fight you only watched. With the Sangat, people gathered to remember the One, you get to set that backpack down. Pride, clinging, wanting more and more: dig a hole and bury them. Then something opens up. You look around and see the One in every person. Nobody is left to be your enemy. You can be a friend to everyone, even the kid you keep arguing with. Your stubborn streak softens. Life starts to taste sweet. And everywhere you look, on land, in water, in the sky, the One is there.
In the Sangat, you can put your worries down.
For today: Join the Sangat today, even for ten minutes, and leave one worry there.