Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The tug of harmful habits loosens its grip, and the pull of wanting-more-stuff fades; even the voice that says 'I, me, mine' starts to quiet down.
Now there is just one thirst — to see the One — and one hope, resting on the One alone. The Beloved's steps are the ground my whole heart stands on.
When love for the One grows, the big "me" starts to shrink. The heart finds one thing to hold on to.
AhaN-buDh bikh means the poison of the ego-mind, the voice that says "I, me, mine." Here it melts away. Maa-i-aa means the pull of shiny things and how things look on the outside. That pull gets thinner too.
Now there is daras pi-aas, a thirst to see the One. That longing is the mood of this whole raag, the musical setting called Saarang. Hope narrows from many props to aykeh kee, the One alone. Think of a climber who stops grabbing at loose rocks and holds one strong rope. The verse treats ego as a sickness that eases, not a wrong to be punished.
If you could keep only one wish and let the rest go, what would it be?
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