Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Ocean of kindness — please stay here in my heart, always. Wake up such a knowing in me that I simply fall in love with You.
Give me the dust from the feet of Your humble ones — let me press it to my forehead like a blessing. I was tangled in so much wrong, and even I was made clean, just by singing about what's good and true.
The prayer is disarmingly simple. It doesn't ask for things; it asks for understanding that becomes love ("awaken such understanding within me, that I may be in love"). In this tradition love of the One is not commanded from outside; it dawns from within when grace stirs it. Then comes the hope that humility unlocks: "dust of the feet" is the tradition's most vivid picture of lowliness — I would gladly be lower than the lowest thing touched by people who live near the One — and out of that lowness rises the radical mercy: "I was a great sinner, but I have been made pure." No past is disqualifying; the cleansing instrument is simply kirtan, turning the heart toward the good until the turning washes it.
What's the difference between knowing about someone and actually loving them? And why might staying humble make it easier to change?
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