Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I praise the One who alone is worthy of praise — the true One, unlike anything else, one of a kind.
Serving the true, the true comes to live in the mind; the One, truest of the true, is my keeper.
Those who hold the One in their hearts go and blend into the One, the way a drop rejoins the sea.
Those who never turn toward the One drift along half-asleep, out of step with what is real.
They talk on and on about this and that, unsteady as someone who has lost their footing.
A Pauri of the Fourth Mehl, repeating sach (true, real) like a drumbeat — the whole verse is an act of praise. It draws a contrast between the person centered in what is real and the manmukh (one who follows only their own restless mind). The Gurmukhi calls the second group "foolish demons" who "babble like drunkards." Read gently, this is drifting, out of step, unsteady — the natural condition of a mind with no still center, never a curse laid on anyone. It lands as gentle diagnosis: without a true center, we ramble; with one, we blend home like a drop into the sea.
Have you noticed how your thoughts wander when nothing steadies them? What helps you feel centered and clear?
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