Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I have chased after so many things, trying to gather and hold on to them, always saying mine, mine.
That is how the days quietly slip by.
Is there someone wise out there who could meet me, lift this worry off my shoulders, and turn my love toward the One?
A life spent saying "mine, mine" slips quietly away.
Mayree mayree karat sad hee vihaavai — saying "mine, mine" all the time, my life passes by. Think of a toddler holding every toy and shouting "Mine!" There is no time left to actually play.
Here a question begins that the song keeps asking. Ko-ee aiso ray bhaytai sant — is there such a Saint who could meet me? A sant is a holy, wise person. The question comes back again and again through the song, full of longing.
What things do you call mine, and which of them will last?
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