Sikhism·Siree Raag·Shabad 57
Verse 4 of 5

The One Lord Corrects Those Who Err

ਸੰਸਾ ਇਹੁ ਸੰਸਾਰੁ ਹੈ ਸੁਤਿਆ ਰੈਣਿ ਵਿਹਾਇ ॥
sansaa ih sansaar hai suti-aa rain vihaa-ay.
This world is an illusion; people pass their life-nights sleeping.
ਇਕਿ ਆਪਣੈ ਭਾਣੈ ਕਢਿ ਲਇਅਨੁ ਆਪੇ ਲਇਓਨੁ ਮਿਲਾਇ ॥
ik aapnai bhaanai kadh la-i-an aapay la-i-on milaa-ay.
By the Pleasure of His Will, He lifts some out, and unites them with Himself.
ਆਪੇ ਹੀ ਆਪਿ ਮਨਿ ਵਸਿਆ ਮਾਇਆ ਮੋਹੁ ਚੁਕਾਇ ॥
aapay hee aap man vasi-aa maa-i-aa moh chukaa-ay.
He Himself abides in the mind, and drives out attachment to Maya.
ਆਪਿ ਵਡਾਈ ਦਿਤੀਅਨੁ ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਦੇਇ ਬੁਝਾਇ ॥੩॥
aap vadaa-ee ditee-an gurmukh day-ay bujhaa-ay. ||3||
He Himself bestows glorious greatness; He inspires the Gurmukh to understand. ||3||

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa

In plain words

This world is like a dream. People sleep through their nights of life.

By His own Will, He lifts some out and brings them close to Himself.

He Himself lives in the mind and drives out the clinging to Maya.

He Himself gives greatness. He helps the Gurmukh understand.

The One who corrects is also the One who cares — correction from this source is never rejection.
The deeper layer

This verse says that many people go through life half-asleep, and the One gently wakes some of them up.

Sansaa ih sansaar hai — this world is like a dream. That does not mean the world is fake. It means it is not what it seems. It looks like it will last forever, and it looks like it can give us everything we need. It can't. Suti-aa rain vihaa-ay — and so people sleep through the nights of their lives.

Think of dozing off in the back of the car on a long trip. You miss the mountains, the lake and the sunset. You were there the whole time, but you didn't really see it.

Ik aapnai bhaanai kadh la-i-an — by His own Will, the One lifts some out and brings them close. Waking up is not a prize we win. It happens when grace touches a sleeping mind. Aapay hee aap man vasi-aa maa-i-aa moh chukaa-ay — the One comes to live in the mind and clears away the clinging to Maya, the tug of the world.

Many traditions use this same picture. The poet Rumi wrote of a reed flute crying for home. Zen Buddhists speak of kensho, a sudden seeing clearly. Some early Christian writers spoke of gnosis, a waking knowledge. In all of them, most people sleep, a few wake, and waking takes something more than ordinary effort.

A Question to Sit With

How do you relate to being corrected — by people, by circumstances, by life itself? Do you experience it as rejection, or can you receive it as care?

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