Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
No one fully knows the mystery of the world's Maker; whatever it does surely comes to be.
Some turn to the One only hoping for riches — and riches come by their own destiny anyway.
For the sake of wealth some serve, some even cheat.
But wealth doesn't go along when they die; it passes into other hands.
Without Truth, there is no honor in the One's court.
Whoever drinks the deep sweetness of the One is set free in the end.
The mystery of the Creator and its sure providence (saristaa karai so nihchao ho-ay). A gentle critique of praying merely for wealth. Sampai saath na chaalai — wealth stays behind, passing to others. Har ras peevai chhutai nidaan — drinking the One's essence brings final freedom.
What do you hope to carry with you that isn't a thing at all?
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