ਬਰਨੁ ਚਿਹਨੁ ਨਾਹੀ ਕਿਛੁ ਰਚਨਾ ਮਿਥਿਆ ਸਗਲ ਪਸਾਰਾ ॥
baran chihan naahee kichh rachnaa mithi-aa sagal pasaaraa.
Nothing of the color and the form of the creation shall remain; the entire expanse is transitory.
ਭਣਤਿ ਨਾਨਕੁ ਜਬ ਖੇਲੁ ਉਝਾਰੈ ਤਬ ਏਕੈ ਏਕੰਕਾਰਾ ॥੪॥੪॥
bhanat naanak jab khayl ujhaarai tab aikai aykankaaraa. ||4||4||
Prays Nanak, when He brings His play to its close, then only the One, the One Lord remains. ||4||4||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The colors and shapes of the world do not stay; the whole show is passing.
Nanak says, when the play is folded up at last, only the One remains - the One alone.
When the show ends, what remains is the One that was always there.
The forms of the world are passing; when the play (khayl) is folded up, only the One-and-only remains. Death is the play folding back into the One. Nanak's signature closes it.
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