Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
When we lose sight of what is real, we start chasing after things that were never truly there — shadows, not treasures. It can feel like fumbling in a dark room, unsure how morning will ever come. But the question itself points forward: how does the light return? It does return. There is a way through.
Agi-aanee maanukh bha-i-aa jo naahee so lorai — in agi-aan (unawareness) people "long for what does not exist," chasing illusions. The old line rain andhaaree kaaree-aa pictures a dark, heavy night; following the project's wellbeing care, the image is kept as honest confusion rather than dread, and its own question — kavan jugat jit bhorai, "by what way will dawn come?" — is heard as a hopeful reaching for the light, not a cry of despair. The verse leaves the question open rather than assuming the dawn; the shabad's own answer comes in the next verse — mercy, and the treasure of Saadh Sangat.
When you've felt lost, what small thing first pointed you back toward the light?
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