Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Unite with me, merciful One; I have fallen at your door.
Kind to the helpless, save me. I have wandered enough; now I am tired.
It is your very nature to love your devotees and save the fallen.
Without you there is no other at all; this is my prayer to you.
Take me by the hand, merciful One, and carry me across the world-ocean.
This Pauree is one of the most moving prayers in the Vaar, built entirely of tired surrender: "I have wandered enough; now I am tired." The exhaustion that recurs across these raags (Devgandhaari's "save me or kill me," Shabad 19's "worn out I have fallen at Your Door") reaches its purest expression here. And the ground of the plea is beautiful: "it is Your very nature to love Your devotees and save sinners" (birad). The seeker does not appeal to his own worth but to the One's character — saving is simply what You do. And the final request is the tenderest gesture: "take me by the hand... and carry me across." Not "teach me to swim," but "take my hand and carry me." The whole weight of the crossing laid on the One who, by nature, carries.
When you're truly worn out, is it a relief to stop trying to do it all yourself and simply reach for a hand to carry you?
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