Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I've tried so many methods and hard disciplines, yet the tangle of doubt wouldn't loosen on its own.
Loving devotion hadn't yet blossomed in me — and so Ravidas longs, aching for it, reaching toward it with his whole heart.
Ravidas ends the song honestly: all his hard work has not made love grow in him yet, and he aches for it.
He has tried many methods and strict disciplines, called nigreh. None of them, by effort alone, loosened the knot of doubt. Loving devotion had not yet welled up inside him. So Ravidas feels udaas, sad and alone, full of longing.
This ache is not despair, and it is not him blaming himself. It is a holy longing, the hopeful ache of a heart reaching for a love it knows is real. Think of waiting at the window for someone you love to come home. The waiting is itself a kind of love.
That longing is love beginning to stir. Ravidas does not end with an answer he owns. He ends with an open, reaching heart. That is the point of the whole song: love is received as a gift, not built by effort.
When you deeply want something good that hasn't come yet, how do you hold that longing?
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