Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Time moves like a quiet river. The dark, buzzing days of youth drift off like bumblebees, and one morning the soft white of older days settles in like cranes on a branch.
There is nothing sad in this — it is simply how a life flows. It just means each day is precious. So we don't wait to love the One; we begin while the morning is still ours.
rain ga-ee mat din bhee jaa-ay — the night of youth has gone; will the day too pass? bhavar ga-ay bag baithay — dark hairs (black bees) gone, grey hairs (cranes) arrived: a gentle image of aging. Kept as the natural, beautiful passage of time, foregrounding preciousness rather than loss. This is the Pause/keynote (second position, Kabir's pattern).
What is one ordinary thing about today you would like to notice and treasure?
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