1379 : 79
Cursed are the lives of those who place their hopes in others. ||21||

1379 : 80
Fareed, if I had been there when my friend came, I would have made myself a sacrifice to him.

1379 : 81
Now my flesh is burning red on the hot coals. ||22||

1379 : 82
Fareed, the farmer plants acacia trees, and wishes for grapes.

1379 : 83
He is spinning wool, but he wishes to wear silk. ||23||

1379 : 84
Fareed, the path is muddy, and the house of my Beloved is so far away.

1379 : 85
If I go out, my blanket will get soaked, but if I remain at home, then my heart will be broken. ||24||

1379 : 86
My blanket is soaked, drenched with the downpour of the Lord's Rain.

1379 : 87
I am going out to meet my Friend, so that my heart will not be broken. ||25||

1379 : 88
Fareed, I was worried that my turban might become dirty.

1379 : 89
My thoughtless self did not realize that one day, dust will consume my head as well. ||26||

1379 : 90
Fareed: sugar cane, candy, sugar, molasses, honey and buffalo's milk

1379 : 91
- all these things are sweet, but they are not equal to You. ||27||

1379 : 92
Fareed, my bread is made of wood, and hunger is my appetizer.

1379 : 93
Those who eat buttered bread, will suffer in terrible pain. ||28||

1379 : 94
Eat dry bread, and drink cold water.

1379 : 95
Fareed, if you see someone else's buttered bread, do not envy him for it. ||29||

1379 : 96
This night, I did not sleep with my Husband Lord, and now my body is suffering in pain.

1379 : 97
Go and ask the deserted bride, how she passes her night. ||30||

1379 : 98
She finds no place of rest in her father-in-law's home, and no place in her parents' home either.

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1379 : 99
Her Husband Lord does not care for her; what sort of a blessed, happy soul-bride is she? ||31||

1379 : 100
In her father-in-law's home hereafter, and in her parents' home in this world, she belongs to her Husband Lord. Her Husband is Inaccessible and Unfathomable.

1379 : 101
O Nanak, she is the happy soul-bride, who is pleasing to her Carefree Lord. ||32||

1379 : 102
Bathing, washing and decorating herself, she comes and sleeps without anxiety.

1379 : 103
Fareed, she still smells like asafoetida; the fragrance of musk is gone. ||33||

1379 : 104
I am not afraid of losing my youth, as long as I do not lose the Love of my Husband Lord.

1379 : 105
Fareed, so many youths, without His Love, have dried up and withered away. ||34||

1379 : 106
Fareed, anxiety is my bed, pain is my mattress, and the pain of separation is my blanket and quilt.

1379 : 107
Behold, this is my life, O my True Lord and Master. ||35||

1379 : 108
Many talk of the pain and suffering of separation; O pain, you are the ruler of all.

1379 : 109
Fareed, that body, within which love of the Lord does not well up - look upon that body as a cremation ground. ||36||

1379 : 110
Fareed, these are poisonous sprouts coated with sugar.

1379 : 111
Some die planting them, and some are ruined, harvesting and enjoying them. ||37||

1379 : 112
Fareed, the hours of the day are lost wandering around, and the hours of the night are lost in sleep.

1379 : 113
God will call for your account, and ask you why you came into this world. ||38||

1379 : 114
Fareed, you have gone to the Lord's Door. Have you seen the gong there?

1379 : 115
This blameless object is being beaten - imagine what is in store for us sinners! ||39||

1379 : 116
Each and every hour, it is beaten; it is punished every day.

1379 : 117
This beautiful body is like the gong; it passes the night in pain. ||40||

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