Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Doing ritual after ritual doesn't set you free; without goodness, you go to the city of death.
You have neither this world nor the next; your faults leave you sorry in the end.
There is no wisdom, no quiet attention, no faith, no true focus.
Without the Naam, how can anyone be fearless? How can anyone see through their own pride?
I am so tired — how can I get there? This ocean has no bottom and no far shore.
I have no loving friends to call to for help.
Nanak says: if I cry out, "Beloved, Beloved," the Uniter joins me.
The One who separated me will join me again, through my endless love for the Guru.
Naanaa karat — many rituals — do not free; goodness and the Naam do. Jam pur, the city of death, is where a life empty of goodness ends up. The emotional peak: pari-o pari-o — simply calling "Beloved" reunites you with the maylanhaar, the Uniter. Jin vichhorhee so maylsee — the same One who separated you brings you back.
Who or what do you call for when you feel most alone?
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