Set your heart on what fades and something in you fades too; rest in the One and you are rich, finally home.
The Arc
Picture loving a gift so much you forget who gave it to you. The gift breaks or gets old. Then you feel empty. Setting your heart on things that fade works like that. Something in you fades with them. Forget the Giver, and you take some other road. It turns long and hard, and you keep circling past the same spots, never getting home. Who is rich, then? The people who rest in the One. They carry a quiet respect. By the Guru's grace, they stop chasing. They are home. At the centre, the Rahao: mother, the heart set on some other fades, letting go of the Giver of all life.
Key Vocabulary
aan simar — fixing the heart on "some other," passing things.
gobid jee-an ko daataa — Govind, the Giver of all life.
se dhanvantay se pativantay — they alone are wealthy and honored.
har kee saran samaahi — absorbed in the shelter of the One.
gur parsaad jag jeeti-o — by grace, the world is won — outgrown, not conquered.
Themes and Cross-Connections
The redefinition of riches — measured by rest in the One, not possessions — is a quiet counter to the whole world of craving the raag has been describing. It rhymes with the alive-at-last note of the maai ree shabads: what the world calls wealth and what fills a heart are two different things.
For Raag Saarang
Saarang's longing is answered here as homecoming: the restless searching that mimics longing ends, and the heart that rests in the One is called rich for the first true reason.
Translation Notes
Narak ghor meh paahi — falling into the most horrible hell — and garbhai garabh bharmaahi, wandering from womb to womb, picture forgetting as a long, hard way round that keeps circling and never reaches home. Mar jaanhi, dies, describes a heart that fades along with what it clings to.
Hukumnama
Subject: Hold on to the One who gives all life Preview: a heart that fades, a wrong road taken, a long way round, and riches found by resting in the One.
Today: Picture loving a gift so much you forget who gave it to you. The gift breaks or gets old. Then you feel empty. Setting your heart on things that fade works like that. Something in you fades with them. Forget the Giver, and you take some other road. It turns long and hard, and you keep circling past the same spots, never getting home. Who is rich, then? The people who rest in the One. They carry a quiet respect. By the Guru's grace, they stop chasing. They are home.
Hold on to the One who gives all life.
For today: Thank the person who gave you something you love, and thank the One who gives everything.
Set your heart on what fades and something in you fades too; rest in the One and you are rich, finally home.
The Arc
Picture loving a gift so much you forget who gave it to you. The gift breaks or gets old. Then you feel empty. Setting your heart on things that fade works like that. Something in you fades with them. Forget the Giver, and you take some other road. It turns long and hard, and you keep circling past the same spots, never getting home. Who is rich, then? The people who rest in the One. They carry a quiet respect. By the Guru's grace, they stop chasing. They are home. At the centre, the Rahao: mother, the heart set on some other fades, letting go of the Giver of all life.
Key Vocabulary
Themes and Cross-Connections
The redefinition of riches — measured by rest in the One, not possessions — is a quiet counter to the whole world of craving the raag has been describing. It rhymes with the alive-at-last note of the maai ree shabads: what the world calls wealth and what fills a heart are two different things.
For Raag Saarang
Saarang's longing is answered here as homecoming: the restless searching that mimics longing ends, and the heart that rests in the One is called rich for the first true reason.
Translation Notes
Narak ghor meh paahi — falling into the most horrible hell — and garbhai garabh bharmaahi, wandering from womb to womb, picture forgetting as a long, hard way round that keeps circling and never reaches home. Mar jaanhi, dies, describes a heart that fades along with what it clings to.
Hukumnama
Subject: Hold on to the One who gives all life Preview: a heart that fades, a wrong road taken, a long way round, and riches found by resting in the One.
Today: Picture loving a gift so much you forget who gave it to you. The gift breaks or gets old. Then you feel empty. Setting your heart on things that fade works like that. Something in you fades with them. Forget the Giver, and you take some other road. It turns long and hard, and you keep circling past the same spots, never getting home. Who is rich, then? The people who rest in the One. They carry a quiet respect. By the Guru's grace, they stop chasing. They are home.
Hold on to the One who gives all life.
For today: Thank the person who gave you something you love, and thank the One who gives everything.