Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Once this love really takes hold, it never breaks — not ever. Because the One I love isn't far away in some special place; it's filling everything, inside me and all around me. So I remember, and remember, and keep remembering, and I sing — and the tight rope of fear that death wraps around us just falls off, cut clean through.
The previous verse described peace arriving. This one explains why it can't be taken away: "laagee preet na tootai moole" — the love, once joined, never breaks at the root. Why? Because of the next line: "har antar baahar rahiaa bharpoore" — the One fills inside and outside completely. You cannot lose a love whose object is everywhere. This is Ik Onkar in its plainest form — only oneness, no gap between you and what you love, so no place for the love to fall into.
"Simar simar simar" — remember, remember, remember — is simran, and the triple repetition is the whole practice in one breath: not a single thought but a continuous holding-alive of what is real. And the payoff is striking: "kaatee jam kee faasaa" — the noose of death is cut. In the qMonk understanding this is not about escaping physical death. It is jeevat marnaa, dying while alive: when the separate, frightened self dissolves into the One that fills everything, the fear that "death" had a noose around your throat simply releases. You were never a small separate thing that could be erased.
The thread from the last verse continues: the love crowds out fear, and now we learn that love is unbreakable because it is woven into the fabric of everything.
What does it change to imagine that the thing you love most is not somewhere else, but already all around you?
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