Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Family of the heart — by grace I worship my Master.
The one whose heart is full of the teaching's hymns finds the Pure One; death has no hold on them, and they owe death nothing.
The Pause line names a startling freedom: the one filled with the teaching "is not under the power of the Messenger of Death, nor does he owe Death anything." The debt-language is striking — we usually feel we owe death our life, our fear, our dread. But the one whose heart is full of the imperishable has already settled the account; there is nothing left to collect. Filled with the deathless, you are debt-free before the one creditor everyone fears.
What would it feel like to owe your fears nothing — to have already 'settled the account' with them?
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