A WALL OF WATER
The body is a wall of water, supported by the pillars of air; the egg and sperm are the mortar (which hold the walls and pillars together)
The framework is made up of bones, flesh and veins; the poor bird (souls) dwells within it. ||1|| - the soul dwells in the house of the body
O mortal, what is mine, and what is yours?
The soul is like a bird perched upon a tree. ||1||Pause|| - just like a bird may stay on a tree for a very short time, so is our time in this life
You lay big foundations and build the walls for your huge mansions
But in the end, three and a half cubits (5-6ft) will be your measured space. ||2||
You make your hair beautiful, and wear stylish turbans on your head.
But in the end, this body shall be reduced to a pile of ashes. ||3||
Your mansions are large and very attractive and your brides are beautiful.
But without the Lord's Name, you shall lose the game of life entirely. ||4||
My social status is low, my ancestry is low, and my life is wretched.
I have come to Your Sanctuary, please bless me O enlightening Vaheguru, my King; Says Ravi Daas, the shoemaker. ||5||6||
Vaheguroo!
The body is a wall of water, supported by the pillars of air; the egg and sperm are the mortar (which hold the walls and pillars together)
The framework is made up of bones, flesh and veins; the poor bird (souls) dwells within it. ||1|| - the soul dwells in the house of the body
O mortal, what is mine, and what is yours?
The soul is like a bird perched upon a tree. ||1||Pause|| - just like a bird may stay on a tree for a very short time, so is our time in this life
You lay big foundations and build the walls for your huge mansions
But in the end, three and a half cubits (5-6ft) will be your measured space. ||2||
You make your hair beautiful, and wear stylish turbans on your head.
But in the end, this body shall be reduced to a pile of ashes. ||3||
Your mansions are large and very attractive and your brides are beautiful.
But without the Lord's Name, you shall lose the game of life entirely. ||4||
My social status is low, my ancestry is low, and my life is wretched.
I have come to Your Sanctuary, please bless me O enlightening Vaheguru, my King; Says Ravi Daas, the shoemaker. ||5||6||
Vaheguroo!