ਮਃ ੧ ॥
mahalaa 1 |
First Mehl:
ਸਉ ਮਣੁ ਹਸਤੀ ਘਿਉ ਗੁੜੁ ਖਾਵੈ ਪੰਜਿ ਸੈ ਦਾਣਾ ਖਾਇ ॥
sau man hasatee ghiau gurr khaavai panj sai daanaa khaae |
The elephant eats a hundred pounds of ghee and molasses, and five hundred pounds of corn.
ਡਕੈ ਫੂਕੈ ਖੇਹ ਉਡਾਵੈ ਸਾਹਿ ਗਇਐ ਪਛੁਤਾਇ ॥
ddakai fookai kheh uddaavai saeh geiai pachhutaae |
He belches and grunts and scatters dust, and when the breath leaves his body, he regrets it.
ਅੰਧੀ ਫੂਕਿ ਮੁਈ ਦੇਵਾਨੀ ॥
andhee fook muee devaanee |
The blind and arrogant die insane.
ਖਸਮਿ ਮਿਟੀ ਫਿਰਿ ਭਾਨੀ ॥
khasam mittee fir bhaanee |
Submitting to the Lord, one become pleasing to Him.
ਅਧੁ ਗੁਲ੍ਹਾ ਚਿੜੀ ਕਾ ਚੁਗਣੁ ਗੈਣਿ ਚੜੀ ਬਿਲਲਾਇ ॥
adh gulhaa chirree kaa chugan gain charree bilalaae |
The sparrow eats only half a grain, then it flies through the sky and chirps.
ਖਸਮੈ ਭਾਵੈ ਓਹਾ ਚੰਗੀ ਜਿ ਕਰੇ ਖੁਦਾਇ ਖੁਦਾਇ ॥
khasamai bhaavai ohaa changee ji kare khudaae khudaae |
The good sparrow is pleasing to her Lord and Master, if she chirps the Name of the Lord.
ਸਕਤਾ ਸੀਹੁ ਮਾਰੇ ਸੈ ਮਿਰਿਆ ਸਭ ਪਿਛੈ ਪੈ ਖਾਇ ॥
sakataa seehu maare sai miriaa sabh pichhai pai khaae |
The powerful tiger kills hundreds of deer, and all sorts of other animals eat what it leaves.
ਹੋਇ ਸਤਾਣਾ ਘੁਰੈ ਨ ਮਾਵੈ ਸਾਹਿ ਗਇਐ ਪਛੁਤਾਇ ॥
hoe sataanaa ghurai na maavai saeh geiai pachhutaae |
It becomes very strong, and cannot be contained in its den, but when it must go, it regrets.
ਅੰਧਾ ਕਿਸ ਨੋ ਬੁਕਿ ਸੁਣਾਵੈ ॥
andhaa kis no buk sunaavai |
So who is impressed by the roar of the blind beast?
ਖਸਮੈ ਮੂਲਿ ਨ ਭਾਵੈ ॥
khasamai mool na bhaavai |
He is not pleasing at all to his Lord and Master.
ਅਕ ਸਿਉ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਿ ਕਰੇ ਅਕ ਤਿਡਾ ਅਕ ਡਾਲੀ ਬਹਿ ਖਾਇ ॥
ak siau preet kare ak tiddaa ak ddaalee beh khaae |
The insect loves the milkweed plant; perched on its branch, it eats it.
ਖਸਮੈ ਭਾਵੈ ਓਹੋ ਚੰਗਾ ਜਿ ਕਰੇ ਖੁਦਾਇ ਖੁਦਾਇ ॥
khasamai bhaavai oho changaa ji kare khudaae khudaae |
It becomes good and pleasing to its Lord and Master, if it chirps the Name of the Lord.
ਨਾਨਕ ਦੁਨੀਆ ਚਾਰਿ ਦਿਹਾੜੇ ਸੁਖਿ ਕੀਤੈ ਦੁਖੁ ਹੋਈ ॥
naanak duneea chaar dihaarre sukh keetai dukh hoee |
O Nanak, the world lasts for only a few days; indulging in pleasures, pain is produced.
ਗਲਾ ਵਾਲੇ ਹੈਨਿ ਘਣੇਰੇ ਛਡਿ ਨ ਸਕੈ ਕੋਈ ॥
galaa vaale hain ghanere chhadd na sakai koee |
There are many who boast and brag, but none of them can remain detached from the world.
ਮਖਂੀ ਮਿਠੈ ਮਰਣਾ ॥
makhanee mitthai maranaa |
The fly dies for the sake of sweets.
ਜਿਨ ਤੂ ਰਖਹਿ ਤਿਨ ਨੇੜਿ ਨ ਆਵੈ ਤਿਨ ਭਉ ਸਾਗਰੁ ਤਰਣਾ ॥੨॥
jin too rakheh tin nerr na aavai tin bhau saagar taranaa |2|
O Lord, death does not even approach those whom You protect. You carry them across the terrifying world-ocean. ||2||