Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Take my hand, my Beloved — I will never let go of You.
To turn away from the One is its own loss: a cold, closed way of living that shuts a heart off from warmth.
First, a child reaching up: jay kar gaheh pi-aarrhay — "take hold of my hand, Beloved" — tudh na chhodaa mool, "I will never let You go." It is the flip side of the robe-hem image: the trust of a small hand held in a large one. Then dojak kai sool, "the pit of hell" — and under that frightening image, a natural consequence: to let go of the One is a cold, closed way to live — a heart shut off from its own warmth. The loss is real: it is the loss of light.
When has holding someone's hand — in person or just in your heart — made a scary thing feel manageable?
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