Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Deep in your own mind, again and again, remember the One -- and your grip on passing things loosens on its own.
The deathless One is always right here with you. So let your mind soak in that love, like cloth taking a color.
Keep coming back to the One, and your grip on passing things loosens by itself.
Fir fir chayt means "remember again and again." This is simran, remembering the One, and it works like a rhythm. You drift away, and you come back. Like piano practice, each return makes it more natural.
Then something happens on its own. Binas jaahi maa-i-aa kay hayt — the love of maya fades away. Maya is the pull of things that shine for a while and then pass. You do not have to push it out. It simply gets outshone, the way a flashlight looks dim once the sun comes up.
Under all of this is a comfort. Har abhinaasee tumrai sang — the One who never ends is with you, right now and always. So rach raam kai rang — soak in that love. Here is the picture of dye again: white cloth left in the color until it goes all the way through.
What is a good thought you could gently return to, again and again, until it colors everything?
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