Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The scent of musk and sandalwood and camphor, the pull of getting more and more — these quietly carry me far from the highest, most settled place. Let the Name slip away, and everything I chase turns out to be less real than it looked.
Lovely smells and the pull of "more" can quietly carry the mind far from its true home.
Cho-aa chandan agar kapoor — musk, sandalwood, fragrant woods and camphor. These were the costly perfumes of Guru Nanak's day. Maa-i-aa magan means being dizzy with maya, the hunger for getting more. Param pad door — the highest, most settled place drifts far away.
Naam bisaari-ai sabh koorho koor — forget the Name, and everything is koorh, false, less real than it looked. Think of a new toy that is thrilling for a week and then sits forgotten in a drawer.
Pleasures for the senses and the urge to collect more pull the mind away from where it truly belongs.
What is something that looked really important until you stepped back from it?
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