ਕਾਢਿ ਕੁਠਾਰੁ ਖਸਮਿ ਸਿਰੁ ਕਾਟਿਆ ਖਿਨ ਮਹਿ ਹੋਇ ਗਇਆ ਹੈ ਖਾਕੁ ॥
kaadh kuthaar khasam sir kaati-aa khin meh ho-ay ga-i-aa hai khaak.
The Lord and Master raised His axe, and chopped off his head; in an instant, he was reduced to dust. ||1||
ਮੰਦਾ ਚਿਤਵਤ ਚਿਤਵਤ ਪਚਿਆ ਜਿਨਿ ਰਚਿਆ ਤਿਨਿ ਦੀਨਾ ਧਾਕੁ ॥੧॥
mandaa chitvat chitvat pachi-aa jin rachi-aa tin deenaa Dhaak. ||1||
Plotting and planning evil, he was destroyed. The One who created him, gave him a push.
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The one set on doing harm was worn down by his own scheming — the very plotting ate him up.
The One who had made him was also the One who quietly let his plan come to nothing.
The harm a person plans often circles back to weigh on them alone.
mandaa chitvat chitvat pachi-aa — consumed by his own dark planning; ill-will defeating itself, a theme familiar from the Vaars. The axe and the dust in the first line picture how completely the harm turned back on its author, while the innocent were shielded. The tone stays even, with no gloating.
A Question to Sit With
Why do you think holding onto a plan to hurt someone hurts the planner too?
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