Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I am like the little rain-bird, helpless, taking shelter with the true teacher — waiting with my beak open for one drop. And the drop placed in my mouth is the living Name. The One is a whole ocean of water, and I am just a fish swimming in it. Take the water away, and I cannot live at all.
This closing pauri stacks two of the most beautiful longing-images in the whole tradition. First the chaatrik — the rain-bird (the papiha / pied cuckoo) who, legend says, will drink only the falling raindrop and no other water, and cries out for it during the monsoon. The seeker is this bird: utterly dependent, waiting open-mouthed for the single boond (drop) — the Naam — that alone will satisfy. This is the signature image of Raag Maajh, the raag of the monsoon and the waiting lover.
Then the image deepens past the bird into the fish: har jalnidh, ham jal kay meenay — "the Lord is the ocean of water, I am the fish in that water." The bird needed one drop; the fish needs to be immersed, fully surrounded, and dies the instant it is removed. The progression is the whole spiritual journey: from longing for a drop to discovering you were always swimming in the ocean. Jal bin mareeai — without the water, I die. There is no separate self that could survive apart from the source; this is the dissolving of haumai all the way down.
Signed jan Naanak, the line carries the lineage's one light — Guru Ram Das as Nanak — and answers the Rahao perfectly: the ocean that frightened us in Pauri 0 turns out, by the end, to be the very water we live and breathe in.
The bird waits for one drop; the fish lives in the whole sea. What do you think changed for the seeker between wanting a little and realizing they were surrounded all along?
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