ਸੰਤ ਭਾਗਿ ਓਹ ਪਾਛੈ ਪਰੈ ॥
sant bhaag oh paachhai parai.
She runs around, chasing after the Saints.
ਗੁਰ ਪਰਸਾਦੀ ਮਾਰਹੁ ਡਰੈ ॥
gur parsaadee maarahu darai.
She is afraid of being beaten by those blessed with the Guru's Grace.
ਸਾਕਤ ਕੀ ਓਹ ਪਿੰਡ ਪਰਾਇਣਿ ॥
saakat kee oh pind paraa-in.
She is the body, the breath of life, of the faithless cynics.
ਹਮ ਕਉ ਦ੍ਰਿਸਟਿ ਪਰੈ ਤ੍ਰਖਿ ਡਾਇਣਿ ॥੩॥
ham ka-o darisat parai tarakh daa-in. ||3||
She appears to me like a blood-thirsty witch. ||3||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
This craving keeps circling, looking for someone to grab hold of — but it shrinks back from a heart made steady by grace.
To someone half-asleep it runs the whole show; to someone awake, its grip simply falls loose.
Craving rules a sleeping heart, but loses its grip on a waking one.
The original uses fierce, frightening figures for Maya; those are set aside, and what's kept is the dynamic. Maya has real power over a saakat — someone turned away from the One, half-asleep to what matters. But over a heart steadied by grace, its grip loosens all on its own. You don't have to fight it so much as wake up past it.
A Question to Sit With
What helps you feel steady enough that a strong 'I want it' doesn't run the whole show?
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