ਸੰਤਨ ਮੋ ਕਉ ਪੂੰਜੀ ਸਉਪੀ ਤਉ ਉਤਰਿਆ ਮਨ ਕਾ ਧੋਖਾ ॥
santan mo ka-o poonjee sa-upee ta-o utri-aa man kaa Dhokhaa.
The Saints entrusted to me the capital, and my mind's delusion was dispelled.
ਧਰਮ ਰਾਇ ਅਬ ਕਹਾ ਕਰੈਗੋ ਜਉ ਫਾਟਿਓ ਸਗਲੋ ਲੇਖਾ ॥੩॥
Dharam raa-ay ab kahaa karaigo ja-o faati-o saglo laykhaa. ||3||
What can the Righteous Judge of Dharma do now? All my accounts have been torn up. ||3||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
When good company handed me this treasure, the old worry drained right out of my mind.
There is no ledger of my mistakes left to fear — that whole scary account book has been torn clean up.
Grace does not settle the score — it tears up the scorecard.
This is the image Sikhi calls the torn-up ledger. Faati-o saglo laykhaa — the entire account is ripped up. Once the mind receives the poonjee (the true capital, the Name), the fear of being tallied and judged simply loses its power. The point is freedom, not getting away with something: a heart resting in the One is no longer ruled by dread of a scorekeeper.
A Question to Sit With
What worry would quiet down in you if you truly believed you were forgiven?
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