Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The One is the true protector of those who love with an open heart — so what can any amount of ill-will really do to them?
Pride puffs a person up and then quietly empties them; carrying it is like drinking a slow poison.
A life spent that way runs thin fast, like a field cut down at the end of its season.
In the end, a person becomes known by what they actually did — and the One, the Master of everyone, is greater than all of it.
A Fifth-Mehl Pauri that turns from the harmed to the Protector. Line one is the whole comfort: bhagat janaa kaa raakhaa har aap hai — the One Himself shelters the loving heart, so ill-will has no real purchase on them. Then the mechanism again: gumaan (pride) puffs the fool up and empties him; the "poison" is his own. Aa-ay lagay nee dih thorh-rhay — "the few days run out, cut like a ripe field" — a memento-mori image softened here into the natural thinning of a life spent on pride, not a threat. Jayhe karam kamaav-day tayvayho bhaneeai — you become known by what you do. And the seal: sabhnaa daa Dhanee — the One is Master of all, greater than every quarrel. The comfort is structural: the loving heart is not asked to defend itself, because it is already sheltered.
When you know you are safe and cared for, how does that change the way another person's unkindness lands on you?
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