If reason gave up its struggle...

[.- Prabhjot Singh -.]

❝ If our reason gave up the struggle, it would no longer be reason. Reason is that thing that perpetually, night and day, is restless while thinking and struggling, striving to comprehend, even though God is unknowable and incomprehensible.

Reason is like a moth, and the Beloved is like a candle. Whenever the moth dashes itself against the candle, it is consumed and destroyed, but the moth is this way by nature. No matter how much that consuming flame and agony may hurt, the moth cannot fly from the candle. If there were another creature like ming flame and agony may hurt, the moth cannot fly from the candle. If there were another creature like the moth that could not fly away from the light of the candle, and dashed itself against that light, that would not be a mere comparison, that would be a moth itself. But if the moth dashed itself against the light of the candle and the moth were not consumed, that indeed could not be a candle.
　　
Therefore, the human being who can do without God, lacking even the desire, that is no human being at all. But if they are able to comprehend God, that indeed could not be God. So, the true lover is never free from striving, they revolve restlessly and ceaselessly around the light of God. And God consumes them, making them nothing, destroying the veil of their reason. ❞

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Therefore, the human being who can do without God, lacking even the desire, that is no human being at all. But if they are able to comprehend God, that indeed could not be God. So, the true lover is never free from striving, they revolve restlessly and ceaselessly around the light of God. And God consumes them, making them nothing, destroying the veil of their reason.

Beautiful. I'm speechless.

[.- Prabhjot Singh -.]

ਪਿੰਧੀ ਉਭਕਲੇ ਸੰਸਾਰਾ ॥
Pinḏẖī ubẖkale sansārā.
Like the pots on the Persian wheel, sometimes the world is high, and sometimes it is low.

ਭ੍ਰਮਿ ਭ੍ਰਮਿ ਆਏ ਤੁਮ ਚੇ ਦੁਆਰਾ ॥
Bẖaram bẖaram ā▫e ṯum cẖe ḏu▫ārā.
Wandering and roaming around, I have come at last to Your Door.

ਤੂ ਕੁਨੁ ਰੇ ॥
Ŧū kun re.
Who are you?

ਮੈ ਜੀ ॥
Mai jī.
Sir! I am

ਨਾਮਾ ॥
Nāmā.
Naam Dayv".

ਹੋ ਜੀ ॥
Ho jī.
O, Lord,

ਆਲਾ ਤੇ ਨਿਵਾਰਣਾ ਜਮ ਕਾਰਣਾ ॥੩॥੪॥
Ālā ṯe nivārṇā jam kārṇā. ||3||4||
please save me from Maya, the cause of death. ||3||4||

(Sri Ang 694, Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji Maharaj) :l: