I obtained this precious human life as a reward for my past actions, but without discriminating wisdom, it is wasted in vain.
Tell me, without devotional worship of the Divine, of what use are mansions and thrones like those of Indra? ||1||
You have not considered the sublime essence of the Name of the Divine, our Sovereign; this sublime essence shall cause you to forget all other essences. || Reflect ||
We do not know what we need to know, and we have become insane. We do not consider what we should consider; our days are passing away.
Our passions are strong, and our discriminating intellect is weak; we have no access to the supreme objective. ||2||
We say one thing and do something else; entangled in endless Maya, we do not understand anything.
Says Ravidas your slave, O Divine One, I am disillusioned and detached; please, spare me Your anger, and have compassion on my spirit. ||3||

     Bhagat Ravidas ji in Rag Sorath | Guru Granth Sahib 68
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ਦੁਲਭ ਜਨਮੁ ਪੁੰਨ ਫਲ ਪਾਇਓ ਬਿਰਥਾ ਜਾਤ ਅਬਿਬੇਕੈ ॥
ਰਾਜੇ ਇੰਦ੍ਰ ਸਮਸਰਿ ਗ੍ਰਿਹ ਆਸਨ ਬਿਨੁ ਹਰਿ ਭਗਤਿ ਕਹਹੁ ਕਿਹ ਲੇਖੈ ॥੧॥
ਨ ਬੀਚਾਰਿਓ ਰਾਜਾ ਰਾਮ ਕੋ ਰਸੁ ॥
ਜਿਹ ਰਸ ਅਨ ਰਸ ਬੀਸਰਿ ਜਾਹੀ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
ਜਾਨਿ ਅਜਾਨ ਭਏ ਹਮ ਬਾਵਰ ਸੋਚ ਅਸੋਚ ਦਿਵਸ ਜਾਹੀ ॥
ਇੰਦ੍ਰੀ ਸਬਲ ਨਿਬਲ ਬਿਬੇਕ ਬੁਧਿ ਪਰਮਾਰਥ ਪਰਵੇਸ ਨਹੀ ॥੨॥
ਕਹੀਅਤ ਆਨ ਅਚਰੀਅਤ ਅਨ ਕਛੁ ਸਮਝ ਨ ਪਰੈ ਅਪਰ ਮਾਇਆ ॥.
ਕਹਿ ਰਵਿਦਾਸ ਉਦਾਸ ਦਾਸ ਮਤਿ ਪਰਹਰਿ ਕੋਪੁ ਕਰਹੁ ਜੀਅਦਇਆ ॥੩॥੩॥

Reflection

Today’s Hukam is a reminder that this human birth is not ordinary—it is precious beyond measure. A divine opportunity. A rare chance to realize the Eternal within.

And yet, I feel the quiet ache of wasting it.

Despite all the comforts I seek—security, praise, belonging—I have not yet awakened to the true purpose of this life. These things, so alluring, will hold no value when the final Call comes. They vanish like mist when the sun of Truth rises.

It’s a moment to pause, to look inward.

The words of the Third Sovereign, Guru Amardas Sahib, echo in my awareness:

“O my tongue, ears, and eyes—you are so busy relishing the undesirable essences of life. Your thirst for these has become endless. This is not the purpose of your birth.”

The waves of Maya—illusion—are relentless. They glitter with promises. I wonder… am I already drowning?

But even this moment of wondering is grace. To see clearly—even for a flicker—that the path I’m on is not aligned with the One… that recognition is a divine intervention.

I am reminded: this body, this breath, this moment is not guaranteed again. The intellect that should be seeking the Supreme Objective is instead lost in desires. I say one thing, live another. I pretend to know while refusing to look deeper. This is the entanglement of Maya.

And still, Bhagat Ravidas offers hope. He acknowledges his confusion, his detachment from the world. He does not plead for reward—he pleads for compassion. That moves me.

My ardas: Please, remove the hunger for worldly wealth, for empty recognition, for fleeting pleasures. Replace it with Nam—that sublime essence which outshines all others, which quiets the storm of duality. Grace me with wisdom, with devotion, with the awareness of You. I am Your struggling, yearning devotee—aching not for things but for You. Have compassion on my spirit. Return me to the essence I was created to seek.

About the Series

Sabad is Infinite; we are very finite. This is our understanding at the moment, which was different yesterday and may evolve tomorrow, as we deepen our relationship with the Sabad. In this trans-creation, we have chosen to keep the repeating words in the Sabad same. We aspire to learn and retain the Divine attribute as used in the original Sabad and avoid terms like God or Lord.