ਸੋਹਾਗਨਿ ਕਿਰਪਨ ਕੀ ਪੂਤੀ ॥
sohaagan kirpan kee pootee.
This bride is the daughter of a wretched miser.
ਸੇਵਕ ਤਜਿ ਜਗਤ ਸਿਉ ਸੂਤੀ ॥
sayvak taj jagat si-o sootee.
Abandoning the Lord's servant, she sleeps with the world.
ਸਾਧੂ ਕੈ ਠਾਢੀ ਦਰਬਾਰਿ ॥
saaDhoo kai thaadhee darbaar.
Standing at the door of the holy man,
ਸਰਨਿ ਤੇਰੀ ਮੋ ਕਉ ਨਿਸਤਾਰਿ ॥੨॥
saran tayree mo ka-o nistaar. ||2||
she says, “I have come to your sanctuary; now save me!“||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
This craving is born of clutching and holding on. It turns its back on the seeker and gives itself to the world instead.
Yet when it wears itself out, even it comes to the door of the wise and says: shelter me now, help me.
Even our grasping, worn out at last, can come knocking to be turned around.
Kirpan kee pootee — born of a miser's grasping. Maya courts the world and abandons the sayvak, the one who serves the One. But the verse ends with a surprising softness: even the grasping impulse, exhausted, can come knocking at the door of the wise asking to be saved. Nothing is entirely beyond turning around.
A Question to Sit With
Have you ever felt tired of wanting more and quietly wished to just be at peace?
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