ਬਸਤ੍ਰ ਹਮਾਰੇ ਰੰਗਿ ਚਲੂਲ ॥
bastar hamaaray rang chalool.
My clothes are dyed the deep crimson color of the poppy.
ਸਗਲ ਆਭਰਣ ਸੋਭਾ ਕੰਠਿ ਫੂਲ ॥
sagal aabhran sobhaa kanth fool.
All the ornaments and garlands around my neck adorn me.
ਪ੍ਰਿਅ ਪੇਖੀ ਦ੍ਰਿਸਟਿ ਪਾਏ ਸਗਲ ਨਿਧਾਨ ॥
pari-a paykhee darisat paa-ay sagal niDhaan.
Gazing upon my Beloved with my eyes, I have obtained all treasures;
ਦੁਸਟ ਦੂਤ ਕੀ ਚੂਕੀ ਕਾਨਿ ॥੩॥
dusat doot kee chookee kaan. ||3||
I have shaken off the power of the evil demons. ||3||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My clothes are dyed the deep crimson of the poppy.
Garlands and ornaments grace my neck.
Gazing on my Beloved, I have found every treasure, and shaken off the power of every harmful thing.
Real love dyes you a color that doesn't wash out — and in its presence, the harmful things lose their grip.
The crimson dye (majeeth, the fast poppy-red) is Rang — the permanent color of genuine transformation that does not wash out. Adorned and dyed, gazing on the Beloved, the soul finds "all treasures" and shakes off "the evil demons" — the passions lose their power in the presence of love.
A Question to Sit With
What experience has colored you permanently, in a way that can't be undone?
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