ਮਨ ਚਰਣਾਰਬਿੰਦ ਉਪਾਸ ॥
man charnaarbind upaas.
O my mind, worship the Lord's Lotus Feet.
ਕਲਿ ਕਲੇਸ ਮਿਟੰਤ ਸਿਮਰਣਿ ਕਾਟਿ ਜਮਦੂਤ ਫਾਸ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
kal kalays mitant simran kaat jamdoot faas. ||1|| rahaa-o.
Meditating in remembrance, strife and sorrow are ended, and the noose of the Messenger of Death is snapped. ||1||Pause||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My mind, worship the One's lotus feet.
Remember, and strife and sorrow end, and the grip of death is snapped.
One turning of the mind addresses both the daily weather of strife and the biggest fear beneath it.
The Pause line pairs a simple practice with a large release: remembrance ends "strife and sorrow" and snaps "the noose of the Messenger of Death." Strife and sorrow are the daily weather of a divided mind; death's noose is the ultimate fear beneath. Both loosen in the same act. The mind fastened on the One is at peace with its days and unafraid of its end — the small troubles and the biggest one addressed by one turning.
A Question to Sit With
What if the same small practice could ease both today's friction and a deeper fear you carry?
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