ਨਿਝਰ ਧਾਰ ਚੁਐ ਅਤਿ ਨਿਰਮਲ ਇਹ ਰਸ ਮਨੂਆ ਰਾਤੋ ਰੇ ॥
nijhar Dhaar chu-ai at nirmal ih ras manoo-aa raato ray.
The pure stream constantly trickles forth, and my mind is intoxicated by this sublime essence.
ਕਹਿ ਕਬੀਰ ਸਗਲੇ ਮਦ ਛੂਛੇ ਇਹੈ ਮਹਾ ਰਸੁ ਸਾਚੋ ਰੇ ॥੪॥੧॥
kahi kabeer saglay mad chhoochhay ihai mahaa ras saacho ray. ||4||1||
Says Kabir, all other wines are trivial and tasteless; this is the only true, sublime essence. ||4||1||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
A pure stream trickles down without stopping, and my mind is soaked in this sweet essence.
Kabir says: every other wine is empty and tasteless. This alone is the true, highest essence.
The deepest joy is the one that does not fade once the excitement is over.
All other 'wines', the passing thrills of the world, are chhoochhe, empty. Only this endures: the inner stream (nijhar dhaar) never stops. It is the same difference as between what is true (sach) and what only looks true and washes off (jhooth).
A Question to Sit With
What kind of happiness have you felt that stayed with you afterward?
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