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This Shabad is by Bhagat Ravi Daas Ji in Raag Sorath on Pannaa 659
jl kI BIiq pvn kw QMBw rkq buMd kw gwrw ]
jal kee bheeth pavan kaa thha(n)bhaa rakath bu(n)dh kaa gaaraa ||
The body is a wall of water, supported by the pillars of air; the egg and sperm are the mortar.
hwf mws nwVNØI ko ipMjru pMKI bsY ibcwrw ]1]
haadd maas naarra(n)aee ko pi(n)jar pa(n)khee basai bichaaraa ||1||
The framework is made up of bones, flesh and veins; the poor soul-bird dwells within it. ||1||
pRwnI ikAw myrw ikAw qyrw ]
praanee kiaa maeraa kiaa thaeraa ||
O mortal, what is mine, and what is yours?
jYsy qrvr pMiK bsyrw ]1] rhwau ]
jaisae tharavar pa(n)kh basaeraa ||1|| rehaao ||
The soul is like a bird perched upon a tree. ||1||Pause||
rwKhu kMD auswrhu nIvW ]
raakhahu ka(n)dhh ousaarahu neevaa(n) ||
You lay the foundation and build the walls.
swFy qIin hwQ qyrI sIvW ]2]
saadtae theen haathh thaeree seevaa(n) ||2||
But in the end, three and a half cubits will be your measured space. ||2||
bMky bwl pwg isir fyrI ]
ba(n)kae baal paag sir ddaeree ||
You make your hair beautiful, and wear a stylish turban on your head.
iehu qnu hoiego Bsm kI FyrI ]3]
eihu than hoeigo bhasam kee dtaeree ||3||
But in the end, this body shall be reduced to a pile of ashes. ||3||
aUcy mMdr suMdr nwrI ]
oochae ma(n)dhar su(n)dhar naaree ||
Your palaces are lofty, and your brides are beautiful.
rwm nwm ibnu bwjI hwrI ]4]
raam naam bin baajee haaree ||4||
But without the Lord's Name, you shall lose the game entirely. ||4||
myrI jwiq kmInI pWiq kmInI ECw jnmu hmwrw ]
maeree jaath kameenee paa(n)th kameenee oushhaa janam hamaaraa ||
My social status is low, my ancestry is low, and my life is wretched.
qum srnwgiq rwjw rwm cMd kih rivdws cmwrw ]5]6]
thum saranaagath raajaa raam cha(n)dh kehi ravidhaas chamaaraa ||5||6||
I have come to Your Sanctuary, O Luminous Lord, my King; so says Ravi Daas, the shoemaker. ||5||6||