Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Next to that sweetness, every other thrill starts to look like ashes — bright for a moment, then gone cold.
Without the living presence of the One held in mind, the whole busy world can feel strangely empty.
Next to the sweetness of the One, other thrills burn out like a fire turning to ash.
Aan rasaa deeseh sabh chhaar — all other pleasures look like chhaar, ashes. This is not an order to hate fun. It describes how things look once you have tasted something deeper.
Ashes were once a real fire. So the picture admits those pleasures were real and warm. They just do not last. Think of a sparkler on a birthday cake. It is bright and exciting, and then it is a burnt wire.
Naam binaa nihfal sansaar — without the Name held in mind, the world is nihfal, without fruit. It is like hard work that never ripens into anything. The contrast is lasting sweetness against flickering warmth.
What is something exciting that faded fast — and something quieter that has stayed good over time?
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