Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
You are my support, perfect true teaching; my mind has taken shelter with You.
Nanak says: I am a foolish, unknowing child — reach out Your hand and save me.
The close is childlike trust again — "a foolish and ignorant child" reaching for a hand. Read through the voice rules, this is not self-abuse but the honest, unashamed smallness of a child who knows they don't have it figured out and simply reaches up. After the vertigo of P0 (kings toppled, the low raised), the shabad ends in the one stable thing amid all the overturning: a hand held out, and a child taking it. Security is not a fixed status but a trusted grip.
When everything around you feels like it's shifting, what steady 'hand' can you reach for?
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