Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In that place there is no fear, no confusion, no grief, no gnawing worry. There is no coming and going, no ending.
There is a lasting gladness and a music that plays on its own, always. There the lovers of the One live, held up by the joy of singing praise.
This one describes the city of fearlessness from the inside.
Everything that filled the passing world is simply not there. Tah bha-o bharmaa sog na chintaa — there is no bha-o, fear, no bharmaa, doubt, no sog, grief, and no chintaa, worry. There is no aavan jaavan, coming and going, and no death.
This is offered as pure comfort: a warm picture of a place with no fear and no ending.
What fills it instead? Sadaa anand, lasting joy. Anhat, the unstruck music that plays without anyone playing it. And the bhagat, those who love the One, living there with keertan, songs of praise, holding them up. Think of a room where your favorite song is always playing, and everyone you love is singing along.
What would a place feel like where you never had to be afraid of anything at all?
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