Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Be kind, O One who holds the universe, my dearest Beloved, shelter of those who feel low — please listen to my prayer. Take hold of my hand, my Master; my body and my life are all Yours anyway.
The shabad ends with a simple prayer: take my hand, because all of me is already Yours.
Kar kirpaa gobind prabh pareetam — be kind, Keeper of the universe, my Beloved. It is a heap of loving names. Deenaa naath means the shelter of those who feel low. Sunhu ardaas — hear my prayer. An ardaas is a humble prayer.
Then comes trusting surrender. Kar geh layho — take my hand. This reach for a helping hand comes up again and again in Gurbani. Jee-o pind sabh tumree raas — my life and my body are all Your treasure. They are already Yours.
Think of a small child in a crowd reaching up for a parent's hand. The child does not need to earn it. The shabad ends on the deepest note of belonging: I am already Yours, so please hold my hand.
What does it feel like to know you already belong somewhere, and can just ask for a hand?
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