Like a moth, I do not sacrifice myself over the radiant glimpse True Guru, nor do I know the method of lodging the music of True Guru's words as is the wont of a deer;
Like a bumble bee mad for the nectar of lotus flower loses his life when the flower closes, but I have not sacrificed myself unto the lotus like feet of my Satguru, nor have Known the pangs of separation from my Satguru like a fish when out of water;
The living being of lower species do not backtrack their steps dying for their love that is based on just one virtue. But I with all my wisdom do not carry any trait like these beings, I do not sacrifice myself unto my True Guru creatures do;
Satguru is ocean of peace and tranquillity but I am like a stone (who is least influenced by any precept of the True Guru) despite living near Him. Hearing the name of a sinner like the messenger of hell would feel ashamed of me. (23)