One whose mind is afflicted by the disease of egotism, cries out in birth and death. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In plain words
O my mind — to the one who has cleared away their own inner fog, no one looks lost, because they see the One in everyone.
A heart cooled and calmed in good company feels that everything is at peace.
A heart caught in the fever of ego cries out, tossed between highs and lows.
When you truly see the One in everyone, no one looks like a stranger or an enemy.
The deeper layer
The Rahau delivers the shabad's summit: jin saglo barahm pachhaataa — the one who has recognized the One in all sees no one as lost. This is radical inclusivity as perception, not just ethics. Ha-umai rog — ego named plainly as a rog, a disease (never a crime) — is what leaves the heart billaatee, restless. The cure is sant sang, cooling company, which makes the mind seetal, cool.
A Question to Sit With
Is there someone you find hard to like — can you imagine the same light in them that's in you?
