Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
There is only One. And the One is found by the True Guru's grace — a gift that is always here, waiting for an open heart.
Getting attached to things that will not last can feel like an ocean of restless fire — it pulls me in and burns, and I forget it was never going to stay.
So I ask for a hand to lift me out. I do not have to swim that whole ocean alone.
Clinging to things that do not last can feel like an ocean of fire. So we ask for a hand to lift us out.
Mithan moh agan sok saagar — moh, clinging, to the mithan, the passing things, is a saagar, an ocean, of agan, fire, and sok, sorrow. Think of a video game you cannot stop playing, even when it makes you grumpy. The tighter you hold on, the hotter it burns.
Kar kirpaa uDhar har naagar — be kind and lift me out, O naagar, fine and beautiful One. We do not have to swim that whole ocean alone. We can ask for help.
What is something fleeting you have gotten so attached to that it started to hurt?
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