Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My Beloved, I keep remembering Your feet, and my heart is full of hope in You.
I bring my prayer to the humble saints, because my mind is thirsty for a glimpse of You.
Longing that is full of hope pulls us gently forward.
Simra-o charan tuhaaray pareetam: I keep remembering Your feet, my Beloved. That means staying humble and close. Ridai tuhaaree aasaa: my heart is full of aasaa, hope. That hope makes the thirst here a hopeful one, and it is the model for all the longing in Raag Malaar.
Man darsan kee pi-aasaa: my mind is thirsty for darsan, a glimpse of the One. It is like the rain-bird waiting for its raindrop. Or a kid counting down the days until the grandparents arrive. The waiting leans forward.
Sant janaa peh kara-o bayntee: I bring my prayer to the humble saints. Even longing is shared with the One's people.
What is a hope you carry that makes you lean toward tomorrow?
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