ਗੋਂਡ ॥
gond.
Gond:
ਮੋ ਕਉ ਤਾਰਿ ਲੇ ਰਾਮਾ ਤਾਰਿ ਲੇ ॥
mo ka-o taar lay raamaa taar lay.
Carry me across, O Lord, carry me across.
ਮੈ ਅਜਾਨੁ ਜਨੁ ਤਰਿਬੇ ਨ ਜਾਨਉ ਬਾਪ ਬੀਠੁਲਾ ਬਾਹ ਦੇ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
mai ajaan jan taribay na jaan-o baap beethulaa baah day. ||1|| rahaa-o.
I am ignorant, and I do not know how to swim. O my Beloved Father, please give me Your arm. ||1||Pause||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Carry me across, please — I don't know how to swim these deep waters on my own.
Beloved One, closer than a father, just reach out Your arm, and I will hold on.
It is not weakness to ask for the arm that carries you — it is the start of crossing.
This is the rahau, and the whole shabad is its cry. Baap Beethula — Beloved Father — is a tender name for the One (Beethal, the form Namdev loved). Ajaan jan, an ordinary person who does not know the way, is not self-put-down; it is honest, empty-handed trust: I cannot do this by my own strength, so I reach for Yours. Asking for the arm is itself the beginning of being carried.
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