My mind longs for the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan, and His Name.
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Whom should I serve? Whom should I worship? Whoever I look at will pass away.
I have taken shelter in the company of the good; my mind longs for the dust of their feet.
A piercing question: everyone and everything the seeker might attach to "shall pass away." So whom do you build your life around, when all the visible options are temporary? This is Sach asking its sharpest question: if you anchor to what fades, you fade with it. The answer is not despair but the Sangat and, through it, the One — the one anchor that does not pass. The verse quietly redirects devotion away from any passing person or thing toward the imperishable. It is not that people don't matter; it is that they cannot bear the full weight of your ultimate trust, because they, like you, are passing.
Is it wise to build your whole life on things that won't last? What might be steady enough to build on?
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