ਦੂਜੈ ਭਾਇ ਫਿਰੈ ਦੇਵਾਨੀ ॥
doojai bhaa-ay firai dayvaanee.
In the love of duality, the world wanders around insane.
ਮਾਇਆ ਮੋਹਿ ਦੁਖ ਮਾਹਿ ਸਮਾਨੀ ॥
maa-i-aa mohi dukh maahi samaanee.
Immersed in love and attachment to Maya, it suffers in pain.
ਬਹੁਤੇ ਭੇਖ ਕਰੈ ਨਹ ਪਾਏ ਬਿਨੁ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਸੁਖੁ ਨ ਪਾਈ ਹੇ ॥੧੨॥
bahutay bhaykh karai nah paa-ay bin satgur sukh na paa-ee hay. ||12||
Wearing all sorts of religious robes, He is not obtained. Without the True Guru, peace is not found. ||12||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
A world split in two wanders about, restless and dizzy.
Lost in the shine of things, it aches.
And no special robe or outfit brings the One near; peace comes only through the Guru, from the inside.
Peace is not something you can put on; it grows from within.
The restless, aching world deserves sympathy. Outer robes, of any tradition, leave the One as far as before; peace grows from within.
A Question to Sit With
What is a kind of calm that comes from the inside, no matter what is around you?
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