ਮਾਇਆ ਰੰਗ ਬਿਰੰਗ ਖਿਨੈ ਮਹਿ ਜਿਉ ਬਾਦਰ ਕੀ ਛਾਇਆ ॥
maa-i-aa rang birang khinai meh ji-o baadar kee chhaa-i-aa.
The pleasures of Maya fade away in an instant, like the shade of a passing cloud.
ਸੇ ਲਾਲ ਭਏ ਗੂੜੈ ਰੰਗਿ ਰਾਤੇ ਜਿਨ ਗੁਰ ਮਿਲਿ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਗਾਇਆ ॥੩॥
say laal bha-ay goorhai rang raatay jin gur mil har har gaa-i-aa. ||3||
They alone are dyed in the deep crimson of the Lord's Love, who meet the Guru, and sing the Praises of the Lord, Har, Har. ||3||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The bright colours of the world fade in a blink, like the shadow of a passing cloud.
Those who meet the Guru and sing of the One are dyed a deep, lasting crimson, the colour of love that stays.
The colors of the world fade; the color of love holds.
Maya's colours fade like a cloud's shadow; the deep crimson (goorhaa laal) of love is the dye that holds fast.
A Question to Sit With
What is a love in your life that hasn't faded?
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