ਸਲੋਕ ਮਃ ੫ ॥
salok mehlaa 5.
Shalok, Fifth Mehl:
ਲਗੜੀ ਸੁਥਾਨਿ ਜੋੜਣਹਾਰੈ ਜੋੜੀਆ ॥
lagrhee suthaan jorhanhaarai jorhee-aa.
I am attached to the right place; the Uniter has united me.
ਨਾਨਕ ਲਹਰੀ ਲਖ ਸੈ ਆਨ ਡੁਬਣ ਦੇਇ ਨ ਮਾ ਪਿਰੀ ॥੧॥
naanak lahree lakh sai aan duban day-ay na maa piree. ||1||
O Nanak, there are hundreds and thousands of waves, but my Husband Lord does not let me drown. ||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I'm moored to the right place; the Uniter has joined me to it.
Nanak says: there are hundreds and thousands of waves, but my Beloved does not let me drown.
Safety isn't a calm sea — it's a grip that holds you through countless waves so you don't drown.
A beautiful, brief Shalok of security in turbulence. The waves are real and countless — "hundreds and thousands" — the Vaar does not deny the storm. But "my Husband Lord does not let me drown." Safety is not a calm sea but a grip that holds through rough water. Being "attached to the right place" — moored to the One — is what keeps a person afloat when the waves are many.
A Question to Sit With
When the 'waves' are many, what keeps you from going under? What are you moored to?
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