ਇਹੁ ਜਗਤੁ ਮਿਟੀ ਕਾ ਪੁਤਲਾ ਜੋਗੀ ਇਸੁ ਮਹਿ ਰੋਗੁ ਵਡਾ ਤ੍ਰਿਸਨਾ ਮਾਇਆ ॥
ih jagat mitee kaa putlaa jogee is meh rog vadaa tarisnaa maa-i-aa.
This world is a puppet of clay, Yogi; the terrible disease, the desire for Maya is in it.
ਅਨੇਕ ਜਤਨ ਭੇਖ ਕਰੇ ਜੋਗੀ ਰੋਗੁ ਨ ਜਾਇ ਗਵਾਇਆ ॥੯॥
anayk jatan bhaykh karay jogee rog na jaa-ay gavaa-i-aa. ||9||
Making all sorts of efforts, and wearing religious robes, Yogi, this disease cannot be cured. ||9||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Yogi, this world is a doll made of clay, and a great sickness lives in it: the wanting of more and more of the passing world.
Try every kind of effort, wear every holy robe, Yogi, and still this sickness does not go away.
A costume never heals a heart.
The world is a mitee kaa putlaa, a figure of clay. The “disease” (rog) is trisnaa — craving, the grip of maya — the ego-attachment that is meant to be healed, not condemned. Bhekh (religious robes) and effortful display cannot cure it; the medicine lies deeper.
A Question to Sit With
What is something you wanted badly — that stopped mattering once you had it?
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