ਫਰੀਦਾ ਮੈ ਜਾਨਿਆ ਦੁਖੁ ਮੁਝ ਕੂ ਦੁਖੁ ਸਬਾਇਐ ਜਗਿ ॥
ਊਚੇ ਚੜਿ ਕੈ ਦੇਖਿਆ ਤਾਂ ਘਰਿ ਘਰਿ ਏਹਾ ਅਗਿ ॥੮੧॥
Fareed, I thought that only I was suffering; in reality, the whole world is suffering!
When I climbed the hill and looked around, I saw this fire in each and every home.
ਦੁਖ ਕੀਆ ਪੰਡਾ ਖੁਲ੍ਹ੍ਹੀਆ ਸੁਖੁ ਨ ਨਿਕਲਿਓ ਕੋਇ ॥
When people are opened, only the suffering emerges; there is no peace or joy.
Everybody carries this illusion that once they acquire such and such things, they’ll be happy. “Such and such things” keep changing throughout their lives, and they keep suffering in the hope that someday they will be happy. But that day never comes!
Poor are suffering for they don’t have enough money, and rich are suffering since the money brings its own problems. Everyone seems to be burning in the fires of anxiety.