Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
O my mad mind — taste the essence of the One, and find the flavor at last!
Hooked on other tastes you wander, letting a priceless birth drain away.
This is the Rahao, the "pause" line, the center of the shabad. It speaks to the mind with loving frustration.
Ay man mayray baavlay — O my crazy, foolish mind. The tone is like a parent watching a child fill up on sweets right before dinner. The foolishness is plain: going hungry while walking in circles around a table already laid with food.
What is at stake is something this raag keeps saying: birthaa janam gavaa-ay — the life slips away, wasted. It is like spending your one day at the fair only looking around, and never going on a single ride.
The cure is not an argument. It is appetite: har ras chakh — taste the essence of the One. Chakh means taste. These hymns have promised that one real taste ends the wandering that no lecture ever could.
What is one way you could actually taste stillness this week — not read about it, taste it?
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