Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My mind was like a traveler far from home, a stranger in a strange land. Then it found the good company it was looking for.
And the one treasure I had been searching for everywhere — I found it there, in loving the Name.
Man pardesee aa-i-aa — the mind as a pardesi, a foreigner, someone living far from where they belong. This is one of the raag's tenderest self-portraits: the restless mind is not bad, it is homesick, wandering because it has lost its country. What it has been shopping for in every wrong market — jis vakhar ka-o chaahtaa — it finds at last not as a thing but as a love: naameh rang, the joy of the Name. The seeking was real; it was just aimed outward. Turned toward good company, the same seeking finally lands.
When have you finally found something you'd been looking for in all the wrong places?
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