Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
O my mind, so puffed up with pride — all that heaviness only weighs you down.
The glitter keeps dazzling you again and again. Let the pride go, or it becomes a burden you carry everywhere.
Right after naming the mind as light, the verse names what dims it: abhimaan — pride, self-importance. The contrast is deliberate — you are luminous by nature, but pride loads you down (bhaaru), makes the light heavy. And Maya (the glitter) keeps re-fascinating the proud mind, pulling it in circles. The tone is a parent's worried honesty, not condemnation: pride isn't a crime that makes you bad, it's a weight that makes you tired and keeps you from your own lightness. Set it down, and you rise back to what you are.
Have you noticed that showing off or being 'better than' actually feels heavy, not good?
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