Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
How long will you sit turned away from the Beloved? This precious chance to be alive — when will it come around again?
One day the pots and bobbins are set aside and the weaver moves on. Better to turn toward the One now, while the loom is still warm under your hands.
Here the metaphor carries a loving urgency. The weaver leaves his pots and pans, the bobbins are wet with his tears, and he departs reesaa-ee — in jealous anger. That is Kabir's picture for the end of a life's work, and it keeps a real sting. The child-facing layer renders it simply as moving on and foregrounds the gentle nudge: this chance to be alive and turn toward the One is precious and will not repeat. It is invitation, not fear — turn toward the Beloved while you still can.
What is something good you keep meaning to do "later" that you could gently begin today?
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