Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Homes and palaces and every pleasure are truly there wherever You come to mind.
And all the world's grand prizes and applause, without that, are like fair-weather friends who slip away.
This Shalok redraws the map of where "the good life" actually is. Not in the ghar mandar (homes and palaces) themselves — but wherever too aavahi chit, wherever the One comes to mind. That is what makes any place a home worth having. The second line measures worldly vadi-aa-ee-aa (greatness, applause, status) against that, and calls it kumit — literally "false friends," the same word from an earlier Shalok. Status and applause feel warm while they last and vanish exactly when the crowd moves on. The verse isn't against nice homes or real achievement; it's pointing out where the warmth actually comes from — presence, not possessions.
What has made a place feel like "home" for you — the stuff inside it, or something else?
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