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Savaiye Sri Mukhbak (Mehl 5), Verse 10 — I come just as I am

ਸਵਯੇ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਮੁਖਬਾਕ੍ਯ੍ਯ ਮਹਲਾ ੫
sava-yay saree mukhbaak-y mehlaa 5
Swaiyas From The Mouth Of The Great Fifth Mehl:
ੴ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ॥
ik-oNkaar satgur parsaad.
One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:
ਕਾਚੀ ਦੇਹ ਮੋਹ ਫੁਨਿ ਬਾਂਧੀ ਸਠ ਕਠੋਰ ਕੁਚੀਲ ਕੁਗਿਆਨੀ ॥
kaachee dayh moh fun baaNDhee sath kathor kucheel kugi-aanee.
This body is frail and transitory, and bound to emotional attachment. I am foolish, stone-hearted, filthy and unwise.
ਧਾਵਤ ਭ੍ਰਮਤ ਰਹਨੁ ਨਹੀ ਪਾਵਤ ਪਾਰਬ੍ਰਹਮ ਕੀ ਗਤਿ ਨਹੀ ਜਾਨੀ ॥
Dhaavat bharmat rahan nahee paavat paarbarahm kee gat nahee jaanee.
My mind wanders and wobbles, and will not hold steady. It does not know the state of the Supreme Lord God.
ਜੋਬਨ ਰੂਪ ਮਾਇਆ ਮਦ ਮਾਤਾ ਬਿਚਰਤ ਬਿਕਲ ਬਡੌ ਅਭਿਮਾਨੀ ॥
joban roop maa-i-aa mad maataa bichrat bikal badou abhimaanee.
I am intoxicated with the wine of youth, beauty and the riches of Maya. I wander around perplexed, in excessive egotistical pride.
ਪਰ ਧਨ ਪਰ ਅਪਵਾਦ ਨਾਰਿ ਨਿੰਦਾ ਯਹ ਮੀਠੀ ਜੀਅ ਮਾਹਿ ਹਿਤਾਨੀ ॥
par Dhan par apvaad naar nindaa yeh meethee jee-a maahi hitaanee.
The wealth and women of others, arguments and slander, are sweet and dear to my soul.
ਬਲਬੰਚ ਛਪਿ ਕਰਤ ਉਪਾਵਾ ਪੇਖਤ ਸੁਨਤ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਅੰਤਰਜਾਮੀ ॥
balbanch chhap karat upaavaa paykhat sunat parabh antarjaamee.
I try to hide my deception, but God, the Inner-knower, the Searcher of Hearts, sees and hears all.
ਸੀਲ ਧਰਮ ਦਯਾ ਸੁਚ ਨਾਸ੍ਤਿ ਆਇਓ ਸਰਨਿ ਜੀਅ ਕੇ ਦਾਨੀ ॥
seel Dharam da-yaa such naasit aa-i-o saran jee-a kay daanee.
I have no humility, faith, compassion or purity, but I seek Your Sanctuary, O Giver of life.
ਕਾਰਣ ਕਰਣ ਸਮਰਥ ਸਿਰੀਧਰ ਰਾਖਿ ਲੇਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਕੇ ਸੁਆਮੀ ॥੧॥
kaaran karan samrath sireeDhar raakh layho naanak kay su-aamee. ||1||
The All-powerful Lord is the Cause of causes. O Lord and Master of Nanak, please save me! ||1||

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa

In plain words

There is only One. And the One is found by the True Guru's grace — a gift that is always here, waiting for an open heart.

This body is like unbaked clay, and it is tied up in attachment. I am foolish, hard as stone, unclean and without understanding.

My mind runs and wobbles and will not hold still; it does not know the ways of the Supreme One.

I am drunk on youth, good looks and riches; I wander around confused, full of pride.

Other people's wealth, other people's wives, quarrels and putting others down — these taste sweet to my heart.

I try to hide my tricks, but the One who knows every heart sees and hears it all.

I have no gentleness, no faith, no kindness and no purity, but I have come to Your shelter, O Giver of life.

Nanak prays: You are the Cause of every cause, all-powerful, O Master of Nanak — please save me!

With nothing good to show, I come to Your shelter just as I am.
The deeper layer

With nothing good to show, the speaker owns everything honestly and comes to the One's shelter anyway.

A new set of savaiye begins here. Kaachee dayh: the body is like a clay pot not yet baked, easily broken. The speaker calls himself hard names: foolish, stone-hearted, unclean. The point is honesty, the end of pretending.

Par Dhan, other people's riches, and other people's wives tempt him; the point is wanting what is not yours. He enjoys quarrels and running others down, and he hides it. But the antarjaamee, the One who knows every heart, sees and hears it all.

Aa-i-o saran: I have come to Your shelter. Think of a child who broke a glass walking up to a parent and saying, "It was me."

A Question to Sit With

Is it easier or harder to be honest about your mistakes to someone who already understands you?

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