Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Why waste breath quarreling with the world?
In the end you'll be sorry, when you see your own foolishness.
People are born and they die, with no hope of staying.
A person arrives full of hope and leaves with hope let down.
Grieving and fretting, they mix back into the dust.
But the one who sings the One's praises — death can't chew them up.
All nine treasures come through the Naam of the One, who gives a natural, easy peace.
Vaad — argument, contention — is futile. Kaal na chaanpai — death cannot crush the one who sings. Nav nidh — the nine treasures — come through the Name, given not grabbed: aapay dayvai sahj subhaa-ay.
Is there an argument you keep having that isn't worth it?
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa·How we use AI