Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I have acted as if I did not know the things my heart truly knows, and let myself grow scattered and unsettled.
My cravings pull hard while my clear judgment stays weak, and so the real treasure keeps slipping just out of reach, day after day.
This one is honest about a muddle everyone knows: we know better, and still we drift.
Jaan ajaan bha-ay — knowing, we act as if we don't know. The days pass while we're scattered. Then Ravidas names why: indree sabal nibal bibayk buDh. The indree, the pulls of our senses, are strong. Our bibayk, the wise part that chooses well, is weak.
It's like knowing you should start your project, then watching videos all afternoon. The pull wins, and the day is gone. So the parmaarath, the real treasure, stays out of reach.
Ravidas isn't beating himself up. He is noticing, kindly and honestly. The ego, the loud "me" inside, is a habit we can slowly outgrow. It is not a crime to punish.
What is one pull that often distracts you from what you really care about?
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