ਮਰਣੁ ਲਿਖਾਇ ਮੰਡਲ ਮਹਿ ਆਏ ॥
maran likhaa-ay mandal meh aa-ay.
With their death already ordained, mortals come into this world.
ਕਿਉ ਰਹੀਐ ਚਲਣਾ ਪਰਥਾਏ ॥
ki-o rahee-ai chalnaa parthaa-ay.
How can they remain here? They have to go to the world beyond.
ਸਚਾ ਅਮਰੁ ਸਚੇ ਅਮਰਾ ਪੁਰਿ ਸੋ ਸਚੁ ਮਿਲੈ ਵਡਾਈ ਹੇ ॥੭॥
sachaa amar sachay amraa pur so sach milai vadaa-ee hay. ||7||
True is the Lord's Command; the true ones dwell in the eternal city. The True Lord blesses them with glorious greatness. ||7||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Every one of us arrives here already knowing that one day we will move on; that is simply part of the journey.
This place was never meant to be our final home.
The true-hearted go on to a lasting home, welcomed with honor, and the flow of life carries them gently there.
This world is a way-station on a journey toward a lasting home.
Death is written from the start, and it leads home: we are travelers, this world is a way-station, and the lasting home (amraa pur) is reached under the gentle carrying of amar, the True Command. No dread is left in the image.
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