Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
You can't grab the Maker and keep it in your pocket — it can't be caught or measured or owned.
Maya, the pull of shiny things, drives people crazy; it slips them a drug made of lies.
Hooked on greed and grabbing, a person is ruined, and later is sorry, again and again.
So serve the One, and you find freedom; the coming and going of birth and death comes to an end.
Afri-o tuli-o na jaa-ee — the Maker cannot be seized or measured. Thag-uree is the sweet drug of falsehood — Maya as enchantress, a made-up story we get dizzy on. Aavan jaan rahaa-ee — the restless circling is stilled by turning to the One.
What have you tried to hold onto that only made you more restless?
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