Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Inside the temple of the mind, thoughts can wander off and get lost.
Sometimes we toss aside joy as if it were worthless straw and feel the ache of it, until the True Guru helps us find our rest again, in the very play the One set going.
The mind runs around inside its own temple and throws away joy, until the Guru helps it rest.
Is man mandar meh manoo-aa dhaavai: in this temple, the mind runs about. A mandar is a temple. The body is pictured as a holy place, and the mind rushes through it without stopping.
Sukh palar ti-aag: it throws away joy as if it were palar, dry straw. Then it hurts badly. Think of a kid who trades a real friendship for a quick laugh, then feels the ache later.
Bin satgur bhaytay tha-ur na paavai: without meeting the true Guru, the mind finds no place to rest. Yet even this is part of the One's play. The One set the whole game going, and the One brings us home.
When have you overlooked a joy that was right in front of you?
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