Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Pile up gold and silver, and that wealth is false, poisonous, no better than ashes.
A person gathers money and calls himself a banker, but being of two minds ruins him.
The truthful gather Truth; the True Naam has no price at all.
The One is spotless and bright; through the One, their honor is true and their words are true.
You are my friend and companion, all-knowing One; You are the lake, and You are the swan upon it.
I give myself to the one whose mind holds the True Master.
Know the One who made Maya, the enchantress, and our clinging to it.
Whoever knows the all-wise First One sees poison and nectar alike.
Hoarded gold is kaachaa (false), mere ash, against the priceless Naam. Too sarvar too hans — You are both the lake and the swan: the One as both the ground and the seeker, a non-dual intimacy. Bikhi-aa amrit ayk hai — to the awakened, poison and nectar are one, an equipoise that sees the One everywhere.
What's something valuable to you that money couldn't buy?
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