Salok Sheikh Farid, Salok 98 — the crumbling riverbank
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Farid says: the shore of death looks like a riverbank being worn away by the water.
Beyond it, people say, is a burning hell, and cries of pain are heard from there.
Some people understand all this, while others wander around without a care.
The deeds we do in this world will be looked at in the One's court.
Death wears away at life like a river at its bank, and what we do here is what counts in the end.
Ma-utai daa bannaa: the edge of death is like daree-aavai dhaahaa, a riverbank crumbling into the water. Bit by bit, life is washed away.
The salok then speaks of dojak, hell, as Farid's listeners pictured it: a place of fire and crying. The picture is hard and is kept here gently. Iknaa no sabh sojhee aa-ee: some understand, and some live carelessly. Amal je keeti-aa: the deeds done in the world are what come before the One's court.
What is one good thing you did recently that you feel glad about?
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