Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My family, my body, my home, all my things — I lean on them and think they will keep me safe and happy.
But none of them are mine to keep forever. Knowing that does not make me love them less — it makes me hold them tenderly, and put my deepest trust in what lasts.
Hold your dear things tenderly, and trust your heart to what lasts.
Banitaa sut dayh garayh sampat sukh-daa-ee: spouse, children, body, house and belongings seem to give us peace. In mai kachh naahi tayro kaal avaDh aa-ee: but when the time of death comes, none of these is yours.
This loosens owning, not love. Think of a library book you love. You can enjoy every page, but one day it goes back. Death here is a soft horizon, like the edge of the sky at evening. Seeing it helps us know what to treasure.
How can knowing something won't last forever make you love it more gently?
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