Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Come to me, dear One — without You I feel so small. My eyes won't close in sleep, and even food and water lose their taste. Nothing tastes right, and I ache with missing You — how does anyone find peace apart from their love? So I make my prayer to the teaching: if it's right, then however the meeting is meant to happen, let me be brought close. And the Giver of peace did just that — came to my very home to meet me. The soul is forever glad now, for this love does not die and does not leave.
The closing stanza (||4||2||). The ache of separation (sleep gone, food tasteless) is voiced honestly, then resolved with tenderness: aapay mayl la-ay sukh-daataa — "the Giver of peace united me," aap mili-aa ghar aa-ay — "came to my home." The final line is pure comfort: naa pir marai na jaa-ay — "the Beloved neither dies nor departs." A love that never leaves — the deepest reassurance, and a fitting close to the raag's chhants.
What would it mean to you to have a love that could never leave?
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