Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
This soul of ours has come a long, long way and lived through so much. Sweet little attachments keep hooking us — this thing, then that thing — and we get caught in the churn.
The dazzle of the world, in all its shapes, has a way of taking charge inside every heart, mine included.
So I ask, honestly: dear friend, tell me a way. How do I cross this tricky, slippery ocean? And the answer comes: when mercy leads you into the company of good and true people, the dazzle can't even come near.
A Pauri built around an honest question — one of the moments where the seeker speaks aloud: ay saajan kachh kahhu upaa-i-aa — "O friend, tell me some way across." The picture is maya as a bikham (treacherous, hard-to-cross) ocean that "subjugates beings through the three qualities" and slips attachment (moh) into "each and every heart." Rather than despair, the Pauri asks for a method — and gets a simple, do-able one: sat-sang, the company of the true. In this project's lens, the "many wombs" and reincarnation language points less at literal past lives than at the endless churn of a mind hooked on the impermanent. The rescue isn't a heroic solo effort; it's kar kirpaa — mercy that leads you into good company, where the dazzle simply loses its grip. Who you sit with changes what can reach you.
Whose company makes the things that usually stress you out lose their grip on you?
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