ਹਰਿ ਮੰਦਰ ਮਹਿ ਮਨੁ ਲੋਹਟੁ ਹੈ ਮੋਹਿਆ ਦੂਜੈ ਭਾਇ ॥
har mandar meh man lohat hai mohi-aa doojai bhaa-ay.
The mind is like iron slag, within the Temple of the Lord; it is lured by the love of duality.
ਪਾਰਸਿ ਭੇਟਿਐ ਕੰਚਨੁ ਭਇਆ ਕੀਮਤਿ ਕਹੀ ਨ ਜਾਇ ॥੧੦॥
paaras bhayti-ai kanchan bha-i-aa keemat kahee na jaa-ay. ||10||
Meeting with the Guru, the Philosopher's Stone, the mind is transformed into gold. Its value cannot be described. ||10||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Inside the Temple of the One, the mind is like a lump of rough iron, pulled away by the love of other things.
Meeting the Guru, the magic stone that turns iron to gold, the mind becomes gold. Its worth cannot be put into words.
The right touch turns heavy iron into priceless gold.
Your heavy mind turns to gold at the Guru's touch.
Paaras: the philosopher's stone, said to turn iron into gold by touch. Keemat kahee na jaa-ay: its value cannot be described. The change comes by contact: one meeting, and the iron turns.
A Question to Sit With
What has ever turned something heavy in you into something bright?
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