Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
By grace I found the way to see this, and my fear of beginnings and endings simply dissolved.
This self is made of the very same stuff as the One — printed into reality like ink pressed into paper, and no one can ever wash it out.
Kabir ends with a picture of ink that can never be washed off.
Gur parsaad mai dagro paa-i-aa — by the Guru's grace, I found the path. Gur parsaad means grace, a gift, not something won by effort. Then jeevan maran do-oo mitvaa-i-aa — birth and death have both been wiped away. The fear of beginnings and endings lifts.
Kabir says this self is made of the very same essence as the One, like a spark from the same fire. Jas kaagad par mitai na mans — it is like ink on paper that cannot be rubbed out. Think of writing in permanent marker. No eraser can take it off. You are not a separate, fragile thing. You are the One's own ink, pressed into the page of life for good.
What would it feel like to be sure that the real you can never be erased?
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