ਸੰਬਤਿ ਸਾਹਾ ਲਿਖਿਆ ਮਿਲਿ ਕਰਿ ਪਾਵਹੁ ਤੇਲੁ ॥
sambat saahaa likhi-aa mil kar paavhu tayl.
The day of my wedding is pre-ordained. Come - let's gather together and pour the oil over the threshold.
ਦੇਹੁ ਸਜਣ ਆਸੀਸੜੀਆ ਜਿਉ ਹੋਵੈ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਸਿਉ ਮੇਲੁ ॥੩॥
dayh sajan aaseesrhee-aa ji-o hovai saahib si-o mayl. ||3||
My friends, give me your blessings, that I may merge with my Lord and Master. ||3||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The day of my wedding is already set. Come, gather together and pour the oil over the doorway. Bless me, my friends, so that I may join with my One.
Death, seen rightly, is a wedding day -- the soul going to meet its Beloved.
The wedding is death -- reframed as the soul-bride's union with the Beloved. The oil poured over the threshold is wedding language in the verse, here marking the soul's departure as a marriage, not a tragedy. The soul asks the Sangat for blessings -- the same prayer one gives a bride leaving home. Death is the wedding day.
A Question to Sit With
How might it change things to think of an ending as a kind of homecoming?
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