Cursed are the lives of those who place their hopes in others. ||21||
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Fareed, if I had been there when my friend came, I would have made myself a sacrifice to him.
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Now my flesh is burning red on the hot coals. ||22||
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Fareed, the farmer plants acacia trees, and wishes for grapes.
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He is spinning wool, but he wishes to wear silk. ||23||
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Fareed, the path is muddy, and the house of my Beloved is so far away.
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If I go out, my blanket will get soaked, but if I remain at home, then my heart will be broken. ||24||
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My blanket is soaked, drenched with the downpour of the Lord's Rain.
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I am going out to meet my Friend, so that my heart will not be broken. ||25||
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Fareed, I was worried that my turban might become dirty.
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My thoughtless self did not realize that one day, dust will consume my head as well. ||26||
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Fareed: sugar cane, candy, sugar, molasses, honey and buffalo's milk -
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all these things are sweet, but they are not equal to You. ||27||
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Fareed, my bread is made of wood, and hunger is my appetizer.
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Those who eat buttered bread, will suffer in terrible pain. ||28||
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Eat dry bread, and drink cold water.
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Fareed, if you see someone else's buttered bread, do not envy him for it. ||29||
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This night, I did not sleep with my Husband Lord, and now my body is suffering in pain.
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Go and ask the deserted bride, how she passes her night. ||30||
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She finds no place of rest in her father-in-law's home, and no place in her parents' home either.
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Her Husband Lord does not care for her; what sort of a blessed, happy soul-bride is she? ||31||
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In her father-in-law's home hereafter, and in her parents' home in this world, she belongs to her Husband Lord. Her Husband is Inaccessible and Unfathomable.
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O Nanak, she is the happy soul-bride, who is pleasing to her Carefree Lord. ||32||
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Bathing, washing and decorating herself, she comes and sleeps without anxiety.
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Fareed, she still smells like asafetida; the fragrance of musk is gone. ||33||
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I am not afraid of losing my youth, as long as I do not lose the Love of my Husband Lord.
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Fareed, so many youths, without His Love, have dried up and withered away. ||34||
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Fareed, anxiety is my bed, pain is my mattress, and the pain of separation is my blanket and quilt.
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Behold, this is my life, O my True Lord and Master. ||35||
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Many talk of the pain and suffering of separation; O pain, you are the ruler of all.
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Fareed, that body, within which love of the Lord does not well up - look upon that body as a cremation ground. ||36||
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Fareed, these are poisonous sprouts coated with sugar.
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Some die planting them, and some are ruined, harvesting and enjoying them. ||37||
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Fareed, the hours of the day are lost wandering around, and the hours of the night are lost in sleep.
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God will call for your account, and ask you why you came into this world. ||38||
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Fareed, you have gone to the Lord's Door. Have you seen the gong there?
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This blameless object is being beaten - imagine what is in store for us sinners! ||39||
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Each and every hour, it is beaten; it is punished every day.
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This beautiful body is like the gong; it passes the night in pain. ||40||
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