I am just a poor song-bird, in the Sanctuary of the True Guru, who has placed the Drop of Water, the Lord's Name, Har, Har, in my mouth.
I am lovingly centered on the One Lord forever. I enshrine the Lord's Name within my mind.
I am never tired of praising the Guru, who unites me with the Lord God.
I am rid of the illusion of the three-phased Maya, when God becomes my help and support.
I am satisfied and fulfilled; O Saints, the Guru has shown me the Fearless Lord God.
I am the maid-servant of my Lord God. When my mind surrendered to the Lord, He made all the world my slave.
I am the merchant, the peddler of the Lord. I trade in the merchandise and capital of the Lord's Name.
I am the shop-keeper of the Lord. Your Name is my merchandise and trade.
I am Your slave, Your bonded servant, and so I am called fortunate.
I beg of all the Saints, please, give me the merchandise. I offer my prayers - I have forsaken my pride. I am a sacrifice, hundreds of thousands of times a sacrifice, and I pray, please, give me the dust of the feet of the Saints.
I bow in humble devotion to one who inspires me to meet with my Beloved
I can conceive of no other place; where could I go to lodge a complaint?
I chant and meditate on the Lord, loading the merchandise of the Lord's Name. The Messenger of Death, the tax collector, does not even approach me.
I chant the Name of the Creator Lord, night and day. He saves all His servants and devotees
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Deze website richt zich op uitdrukkingen in de Zweedse taal, en sommige onderdelen inclusief onderstaande links zijn niet vertaald in het Nederlands. Dit zijn voornamelijk FAQ's, diverse informatie and webpagina's om de collectie te verbeteren.