Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Sometimes it feels like invisible chains, forgetting who you really are, being pulled here and there, never quite at home.
And still, sometimes, we do not pause to remember the One. Yet the moment you turn back, those chains were only ever made of forgetting, and they loosen.
The source pictures the soul as bound (ta-uk, bayree, collar and fetters) and wandering house to house through forgetfulness. The frightening lines, including jam... hayree (Death watching) and a gendered rebuke (bapuree, wretched woman), are set aside; the chains are re-read as the bondage of forgetting, which loosens the instant one remembers (wellbeing rule, no gendered blame).
When you feel pulled in every direction, what helps you remember who you really are?
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