Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
O camel-mind, you were once so pure and clear. Then the grime of the "me-first" voice settled over you.
And here is the ache of it. Your Beloved is right here with you, in your own home. Yet you feel separated, and that separation hurts.
The One feels far away, but is right here in your own home.
Man karhalaa at nirmalaa — O camel-mind, you were at nirmalaa, very pure. Then mail, grime, stuck to you. That grime is haumai, the ego, the "me first" voice. But the first clearness was real. It can be found again.
Here is the heart of it. Partakh pir ghar naal pi-aaraa — the Beloved is right here, in your own home. The gap is not a real distance. It is a felt one. The grime makes it, not the One pulling away.
Think of looking all over the house for your glasses while they sit on your head. What you want is already with you.
Vichhurh chotaa khaa-ay — feeling apart, you are hurt. It is the ache of feeling far from what is actually near. And a longing like that already holds its own cure.
Have you ever felt far from someone who was standing right next to you? What made the distance?
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