Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Contentment does not come from any amount of busy effort.
All the show of Maya, the glitter of the world, is only a cloud of smoke.
A person does not hold back from doing wrong. Drunk on poison, they keep coming and going, life after life.
Peace does not come from more doing, and the world's glitter is only smoke.
Santokh na aavat kahoo-an kaaj: contentment does not come through any amount of work. Dhoomm baadar sabh maa-i-aa saaj: Maya, the shine of the passing world, is a cloud of smoke. It looks solid, then it drifts away. Bikh kaa maataa: drunk on poison, a person keeps coming and going and never rests. Here is an honest map of why grabbing never satisfies.
When has getting the thing you wanted left you still wanting? What filled you instead?
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