Sikhism·Raag Maaroo·Shabad 72
Verse 7 of 8

A Crop in Salty Soil

ਕਲਰ ਖੇਤੀ ਤਰਵਰ ਕੰਠੇ ਬਾਗਾ ਪਹਿਰਹਿ ਕਜਲੁ ਝਰੈ ॥
kalar khaytee tarvar kanthay baagaa pahirahi kajal jharai.
He is like the crop planted in the salty soil, or the tree growing on the river bank, or the white clothes sprinkled with dirt.
ਏਹੁ ਸੰਸਾਰੁ ਤਿਸੈ ਕੀ ਕੋਠੀ ਜੋ ਪੈਸੈ ਸੋ ਗਰਬਿ ਜਰੈ ॥੬॥
ayhu sansaar tisai kee kothee jo paisai so garab jarai. ||6||
This world is the house of desire; whoever enters it, is burnt down by egotistical pride. ||6||

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa

In plain words

A crop in salty soil cannot grow; a tree right at the river's edge can topple; clean white clothes catch every speck of dirt.

A life ruled by endless wanting is a bit like that — shaky ground. Pride quietly wears it down. Better to plant yourself in something that lasts.

Endless wanting is like planting in salty soil; root yourself in what lasts.
The deeper layer

Three vivid images of unstable ground: crop in kalar (salty soil), tarvar kanthay (tree on a crumbling bank), white clothes that show every mark. The world as tisai kee kothee, the house of endless craving, wears down whoever enters through garab, pride. Pride works like water at a riverbank, so plant yourself in firmer soil.

A Question to Sit With

What is a solid ground in your life that you can count on when things feel shaky?

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