Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
So I hold love and warmth even for the one who finds fault with me.
Their words, in the end, help carry me forward.
This is the very best thing for me, Kabir — for while they sink under their own anger, I am lifted gently across.
The closing lands the song. Kabir returns to love — not grudging tolerance, but real prem-piaar (love and affection) for the critic. The last image, of the slanderer "drowning," is not a curse Kabir wishes on anyone; it is a natural picture of what happens to a heart soaked in resentment — it grows heavy and sinks, while the heart that stays light with love floats. Handled gently: the teaching is about which state to choose, not about anyone deserving punishment.
When someone is unkind, what would help you stay light instead of heavy?
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