Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Day three. When the three pulls run the show, the fruit they hand you turns bitter — you feel good one minute, awful the next. Life swings between little heavens and little troubles, and time slips by lost in "me, me, me."
It's easy to forget the One who made us, and to fill the day with a hundred clever plans instead. The restlessness and worry never quite let go, and the shining greatness of the Boundless goes unnoticed.
Many drift far out, lost in attachment and confusion. But here is the way back: with kindness, the One holds and keeps us. That is where I place my hope.
Triteeaa is the third day, tied by sound to trai gun — the three qualities again, now seen in action. The literal source uses stark words — narak (hell), meech (death annihilating), mahaa narak meh vaas (dwelling in the worst hell). Following the wellbeing rules, these frightening images are set aside: the poem's real subject is the inner condition of a swinging, forgetful, ego-run mind — "little heavens and little troubles," restlessness that won't release. The turn comes in the last two lines, kar kirpaa prabh raakh layho — "with mercy, keep us" — so the verse lands not on terror but on being held (grace, always available). Haumai ("me, me, me") is named as the disease to heal, not a crime to punish.
What helps you settle when your feelings are swinging fast between good and bad?
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