Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
If I hang all my heart on things that themselves fade away, I am building a friendship with something that cannot stay with me.
The dazzle of a thousand passing attractions can spin me around until I am dizzy. What steadies me instead is grace — always here, gently drawing me back into belonging.
Choose the Friend who stays forever.
An ko keejai mitrhaa: if you make friends only with passing things, they fade away like dust. Baho rang daykh bhulaa-i-aa: dazzled by so many colors and games, we get lost and keep coming and going.
It is like chasing every new toy trend. Each one feels like everything, and then it is gone.
Nadar prabhoo tay chhutee-ai: we are set free by nadar, the One's kind glance, which is grace. Nadree mayl milaa-ay: and by that grace, the One brings us close. The lasting Friend is always there, waiting.
Who or what in your life will still be there when the shiny things are gone?
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