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| ਸਲੋਕ ਸੇਖ ਫਰੀਦ ਕੇ
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| Salok Sekẖ Farīḝ ke
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| Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee:
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| ੴ ਸਤਿਗਰ ਪਰਸਾਦਿ ॥
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| Ik▫oaʼnkĝr saṯgur parsĝḝ.
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| One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:
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| ਜਿਤ ਦਿਹਾੜੈ ਧਨ ਵਰੀ ਸਾਹੇ ਲਝ ਲਿਖਾਇ ॥
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| Jiṯ ḝihĝṛai ḝẖan varī sĝhe la▫e likẖĝ▫e.
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| The day of the bride's wedding is pre-ordained.
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| ਮਲਕ ਜਿ ਕੰਨੀ ਸਣੀਦਾ ਮਹ ਦੇਖਾਲੇ ਆਇ ॥
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| Malak jė kannī suṇīḝĝ muhu ḝekẖĝle ĝ▫e.
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| On that day, the Messenger of Death, of whom she had only heard, comes and shows its face.
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| ਜਿੰਦ ਨਿਮਾਣੀ ਕਢੀਝ ਹਡਾ ਕੂ ਕੜਕਾਇ ॥
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| Jinḝ nimĝṇī kadẖī▫ai hadĝ kū kaṛkĝ▫e.
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| It breaks the bones of the body and pulls the helpless soul out.
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| ਸਾਹੇ ਲਿਖੇ ਨ ਚਲਨੀ ਜਿੰਦੂ ਕੂੰ ਸਮਝਾਇ ॥
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| Sĝhe likẖe na cẖalnī jinḝū kūʼn samjẖĝ▫e.
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| That pre-ordained time of marriage cannot be avoided. Explain this to your soul.
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| ਜਿੰਦ ਵਹਟੀ ਮਰਣ ਵਰ ਲੈ ਜਾਸੀ ਪਰਣਾਇ ॥
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| Jinḝ vahutī maraṇ var lai jĝsī parṇĝ▫e.
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| The soul is the bride, and death is the groom. He will marry her and take her away.
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| ਆਪਣ ਹਥੀ ਜੋਲਿ ਕੈ ਕੈ ਗਲਿ ਲਗੈ ਧਾਇ ॥
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| Āpaṇ hathī jol kai kai gal lagai ḝẖĝ▫e.
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| After the body sends her away with its own hands, whose neck will it embrace?
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| ਵਾਲਹ ਨਿਕੀ ਪਰਸਲਾਤ ਕੰਨੀ ਨ ਸਣੀ ਆਇ ॥
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| vĝlahu nikī puraslĝṯ kannī na suṇī ĝ▫e.
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| The bridge to hell is narrower than a hair; haven't you heard of it with your ears?
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| ਫਰੀਦਾ ਕਿੜੀ ਪਵੰਦੀਈ ਖੜਾ ਨ ਆਪ ਮਹਾਇ ॥੧॥
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| Farīḝĝ kiṛī pavaʼnḝī▫ī kẖaṛĝ na ĝp muhĝ▫e. (1)
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| Fareed, the call has come; be careful now - don't let yourself be robbed. (1)
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| ਫਰੀਦਾ ਦਰ ਦਰਵੇਸੀ ਗਾਖੜੀ ਚਲਾਂ ਦਨੀਆਂ ਭਤਿ ॥
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| Farīḝĝ ḝar ḝarvesī gĝkẖ▫ṛī cẖalĝʼn ḝunī▫ĝʼn bẖaṯ.
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| Fareed, it is so difficult to become a humble Saint at the Lord's Door.
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