ਬੰਕੇ ਬਾਲ ਪਾਗ ਸਿਰਿ ਡੇਰੀ ॥
बंके बाल पाग सिरि डेरी ॥
Banke bāl pāg sir derī.
You make your hair beautiful, and wear a stylish turban on your head.
ਇਹੁ ਤਨੁ ਹੋਇਗੋ ਭਸਮ ਕੀ ਢੇਰੀ ॥੩॥
इहु तनु होइगो भसम की ढेरी ॥३॥
Ih ṯan ho▫igo bẖasam kī dẖerī. ||3||
But in the end, this body shall be reduced to a pile of ashes. ||3||
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Bhagat Singh, here's the same shabads again
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 || I am a shoemaker, but I do not know how to mend shoes. People come to me to mend their shoes.
|| 1 || Pause || I have no awl to stitch them; I have no knife to patch them. || 1 || Mending, mending, people waste their
lives and ruin themselves. Without wasting my time mending, I have found the Lord. || 2 || Ravi Daas chants the Lord.s
Name; he is not concerned with the Messenger of Death. || 3 || 7 || ang 659walls. 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 || I am a shoemaker, but I do not know how to mend shoes. People come to me to mend their shoes.
|| 1 || Pause || I have no awl to stitch them; I have no knife to patch them. || 1 || Mending, mending, people waste their
lives and ruin themselves. Without wasting my time mending, I have found the Lord. || 2 || Ravi Daas chants the Lord.s
The Khalsa Panth does not mend the body we preserve it