Verse 388 of 450
Salok Sheikh Farid, Salok 87 — smoldering for the Beloved
ਫਰੀਦਾ ਗਲੀ ਸੁ ਸਜਣ ਵੀਹ ਇਕੁ ਢੂੰਢੇਦੀ ਨ ਲਹਾਂ ॥
fareedaa galeeN so sajan veeh ik dhooNdhaydee na lahaaN.
Fareed, there are dozens who say they are friends; I search, but I cannot find even one.
ਧੁਖਾਂ ਜਿਉ ਮਾਂਲੀਹ ਕਾਰਣਿ ਤਿੰਨ੍ਹ੍ਹਾ ਮਾ ਪਿਰੀ ॥੮੭॥
DhukhaaN ji-o maaNleeh kaaran tinHaa maa piree. ||87||
I yearn for my beloved like a smouldering fire. ||87||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Farid says: there are dozens who call themselves friends in words, but when I search, I cannot find even one.
I smolder like a slow fire, longing for my Beloved.
Friends in words are many; the longing for the Beloved burns on.
Friends in words are many, and the longing for the Beloved burns on.
Sajan veeh: twenty friends, so many who say they are friends. Farid looks for one who stays and finds none. What is left is his longing for the Beloved, the One.
He burns ji-o maanleeh, like a fire of dried cow dung, which glows slowly for a long time without a big flame. The longing is quiet, steady and deep.
A Question to Sit With
Who are your true friends, the ones who stay when things get hard?
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