Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Round and round the world turns, like those pots on the wheel — sometimes lifted high, sometimes dipped low. After all my wandering, I have come at last and knocked on Your door.
'Who's there?' You ask. 'It's me — Namdev,' I say. And I ask You gently: free me from all the spinning and grasping, and let me rest here with You.
After all the wandering, the soul comes home and knocks on the door.
Life goes up and down like the pots on the water-wheel. Sometimes we are lifted high, and sometimes dipped low. Bharam bharam aa-ay tum chay du-aaraa — after wandering and wandering, I have come to Your door.
Then comes a tender little call and answer. Too kun ray — "Who are you?" Mai jee. Naamaa. Ho jee. — "It's me, sir. Namdev." He names himself simply and humbly, like a child knocking at a grandparent's door.
Aalaa tay nivaarnaa — please free me from Maya, the grasping that keeps the soul spinning round. The water-wheel picture returns here, closing the song where it began.
What would it feel like to finally arrive somewhere and just rest?
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