O Nanak, she is the happy soul-bride, who is pleasing to her Carefree Lord. ||32||

Bathing, washing and decorating herself, she comes and sleeps without anxiety.

Fareed, she still smells like asafoetida; the fragrance of musk is gone. ||33||

I am not afraid of losing my youth, as long as I do not lose the Love of my Husband Lord.

Fareed, so many youths, without His Love, have dried up and withered away. ||34||

Fareed, anxiety is my bed, pain is my mattress, and the pain of separation is my blanket and quilt.

Behold, this is my life, O my True Lord and Master. ||35||

Many talk of the pain and suffering of separation; O pain, you are the ruler of all.

Fareed, that body, within which love of the Lord does not well up - look upon that body as a cremation ground. ||36||

Fareed, these are poisonous sprouts coated with sugar.

Some die planting them, and some are ruined, harvesting and enjoying them. ||37||

Fareed, the hours of the day are lost wandering around, and the hours of the night are lost in sleep.

God will call for your account, and ask you why you came into this world. ||38||

Fareed, you have gone to the Lord's Door. Have you seen the gong there?

This blameless object is being beaten - imagine what is in store for us sinners! ||39||

Each and every hour, it is beaten; it is punished every day.

This beautiful body is like the gong; it passes the night in pain. ||40||

Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 004

Shaykh Fareed has grown old, and his body has begun to tremble.

Even if he could live for hundreds of years, his body will eventually turn to dust. ||41||

Fareed begs, O Lord, do not make me sit at another's door.

If this is the way you are going to keep me, then go ahead and take the life out of my body. ||42||

With the axe on his shoulder, and a bucket on his head, the blacksmith is ready to cut down the tree.

Fareed, I long for my Lord; you long only for the charcoal. ||43||

Fareed, some have lots of flour, while others do not even have salt.

When they go beyond this world, it shall be seen, who will be punished. ||44||

Drums were beaten in their honor, there were canopies above their heads, and bugles announced their coming.

They have gone to sleep in the cemetary, buried like poor orphans. ||45||

Fareed, those who built houses, mansions and lofty buildings, are also gone.

They made false deals, and were dropped into their graves. ||46||

Fareed, there are many seams on the patched coat, but there are no seams on the soul.

The shaykhs and their disciples have all departed, each in his own turn. ||47||

Fareed, the two lamps are lit, but death has come anyway.

It has captured the fortress of the body, and plundered the home of the heart; it extinguishes the lamps and departs. ||48||