ਸਾਦ ਕੀਤੇ ਦੁਖ ਪਰਫੁੜੇ ਪੂਰਬਿ ਲਿਖੇ ਮਾਇ ॥
saad keetay dukh parfurhay poorab likhay maa-ay.
I have enjoyed the tastes, and now my pains have come to fruition; such is my pre-ordained destiny, O my mother.
ਸੁਖ ਥੋੜੇ ਦੁਖ ਅਗਲੇ ਦੂਖੇ ਦੂਖਿ ਵਿਹਾਇ ॥੨॥
sukh thorhay dukh aglay dookhay dookh vihaa-ay. ||2||
Now my joys are few, and my pains are many. In utter agony, I pass my life. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I chased after one sweet taste, then another, and now I see how thin they leave me.
When I live only for the next little pleasure, the joys stay small and the aches pile up.
There is a fuller way to live, and I am learning to want it.
Small pleasures chased endlessly leave the heart hungrier, not fuller.
Saad means the fleeting tastes of the senses; chasing them leaves dukh, friction and emptiness. Living only for the next small pleasure keeps the joys few and the aches many. The way out is turning toward the lasting instead of the passing.
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What is something that made you happy in a way that lasted?
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