It was my fault that I held on to too many hopes, Now all I do is sit here and mope At my misfortune, not thinking of Akaal, ‘biaapath harakh sog bisathhaar’
Maya torments us with the expression of pleasure and pain. The heavens opened, but only fire began to rain, I have lost everything that was there to gain, I didn’t change for the better, just staying the same. Passing this life; each day going in vain.
The cause of all was to neglect meditating on Him, When Gurmukhs like Bhai Mani Singh JI where cut limb by limb! I have no shame and no virtue, So many mistakes that I wish I could undo.
I now hold on to the thought of experiencing the Truth, I have already wasted the years of my youth. As I still search that source of the true wealth, I know it is inside, but my hearts began to melt.
Whatever Guru does, He does for my good, Only if this was easily understood! I wouldn't have all these fears of dying, Why should I sit here lonely or crying?
All this pain, I have brought upon myself, I close this chapter, and place this book back on its shelf. . .
pooran hovai aas naae ma(n)n vasaaeiai || One's hopes are fulfilled, when one's mind is filled with the Name
ਸਤਿਗੁਰਬਚਨਕਮਾਵਣੇਸਚਾਏਹੁਵੀਚਾਰੁ॥