maybe its not so much that you want to die.
it just may be, that you want to live.
You want to live in a way that people in this world dont know how!
that just might be the most beautiful blessing that maybe, you can keep to yourself.
for you to admire with tears, the one that it is deep seeded within your heart, that is your heart, your soul, your very existance.
Maybe your sorrow and your fears, that you feel are like heavy chains, are only vapours, that can easily be cut through.
penetrated most easily, whith a soft and still hand (gur baanee is jag meh chaanan), the illusion, like a clould, can be dispersed.
maybe you will find that you can again fly in the heights of happiness and contentment and at times, enjoy the depth of your own soul
(which is at peace and is solid like a mountain, man tu jot saroop hain) the one that owns creates and sustains this this whole mess or perfect chaos.
mere satgur hee pat raakh
mere sahib too mai maan nimaanee,
ardaas karee prabh anpne aagai, sun sun jeeva teree baanee
