Jal Kee Bheeth

[Deg_Teg_Fateh]

This Shabad is by Bhagat Ravi Daas Ji in Raag Sorath on Pannaa 659

jal kee bheeth pavan kaa thha(n)bhaa rakath bu(n)dh kaa gaaraa ||

haadd maas naarra(n)aee ko pi(n)jar pa(n)khee basai bichaaraa ||1||

praanee kiaa maeraa kiaa thaeraa ||

jaisae tharavar pa(n)kh basaeraa ||1|| rehaao ||

raakhahu ka(n)dhh ousaarahu neevaa(n) ||

saadtae theen haathh thaeree seevaa(n) ||2||

ba(n)kae baal paag sir ddaeree ||

eihu than hoeigo bhasam kee dtaeree ||3||

oochae ma(n)dhar su(n)dhar naaree ||

raam naam bin baajee haaree ||4||

maeree jaath kameenee paa(n)th kameenee oushhaa janam hamaaraa ||

thum saranaagath raajaa raam cha(n)dh kehi ravidhaas chamaaraa ||5||6||

The body is a wall of water, supported by the pillars of air; the egg and sperm are the mortar.

The framework is made up of bones, flesh and veins; the poor soul-bird dwells within it. ||1||

O mortal, what is mine, and what is yours?

The soul is like a bird perched upon a tree. ||1||Pause||

You lay the foundation and build the walls.

But in the end, three and a half cubits will be your measured space. ||2||

You make your hair beautiful, and wear a stylish turban on your head.

But in the end, this body shall be reduced to a pile of ashes. ||3||

Your palaces are lofty, and your brides are beautiful.

But without the Lord's Name, you shall lose the game entirely. ||4||

My social status is low, my ancestry is low, and my life is wretched.

I have come to Your Sanctuary, O Luminous Lord, my King; so says Ravi Daas, the shoemaker. ||5||6||