Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
There is only One. And the One is found by the True Guru's grace — a gift that is always here, waiting for an open heart.
I come to the shelter of Your feet, Gobind, breaker of pain. Give Your servant the Naam.
Look on me with kindness, God. Be merciful and carry me across. Take my arm and lift me up out of the deep well.
Even when craving and anger blind me, when the tug of Maya ties me down and my faults feel heavy, You alone are the keeper — help me hold Your Name, brave and sheltering One.
From the bottom of a deep well comes a cry for help: please take my arm and pull me out.
This shabad is a partaal. That is a musical style where the beat keeps changing. The words come in tight, quick, urgent bursts, often in threes, like someone calling for help.
The second line is the Rahao, the "pause" line at the center of the shabad. Bhujaa geh koop tay kaadh layvhu — take my arm and pull me out of the well.
The verse also names what makes the well so deep. Kaam is craving. KroDh is anger. Then there is the pull of Maya, the shine of things. They make a person feel heavy with faults. The shabad treats these as burdens the Name can lift. The weight falls on being rescued, not on feeling ashamed.
Only the One can pull us up, so the ask is simple: help me keep Your Name.
When you feel stuck in a deep place, who or what helps pull you back up?
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