Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
You let go of the Lord of the World and hold on to something else. You pour away sweet nectar to pick up dust.
You are hooked on pleasures that spoil, foolish one. What makes you think they will bring you peace?
Turning away from the One for lesser things is like pouring out something sweet to grab a handful of dust.
Gobind ti-aag aan laageh: letting go of the One and holding on to something else. Amrito daar bhoom paageh: pouring out amrit, sweet nectar, to grab dust. Picture trading a warm, home-cooked meal for an empty candy wrapper.
Bikhai ras si-o aaskat moorhay: stuck on pleasures that fade, O foolish one. The word sounds strong, but it reads like a heart speaking honestly to itself, not a scolding. Those pleasures feel good for a moment. They were never built to give lasting peace.
What is something that feels good briefly but never quite satisfies?
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