Everything is within the home of the self; there is nothing beyond. One who searches outside is deluded by doubt. |
Everything is within the Lord's Glance of Grace. As He wishes, He gives. |
Everything we receive is a gift from Him - the thirty-six delicious foods to eat, cozy beds, cooling breezes, peaceful joy and the experience of pleasure. |
Evil does not well up within me, since I am saved, and dedicated to truthful actions. |
Faith in Him has welled up within my mind. Nanak gives this advice. |
Faith, contentment and tolerance are the food and provisions of the angels. They obtain the Perfect Vision of the Lord, while those who gossip find no place of rest. |
False is other reading, and false is other speaking, in the love of Maya. O Nanak, without the Name, nothing is permanent; those who read and read are ruined. |
Falsehood has vanished, duality has been erased, and they are totally overflowing with Truth. They serve the Supreme Lord God, and enshrine the One Lord within their minds. The months, the days, and the moments are auspicious, for those upon whom the Lord casts His Glance of Grace. Nanak begs for the blessing of Your Vision. |
Father, I am unfortunate, a fraud. I have not found Your Name; my mind is blind and deluded by doubt. |
Feel love for the One who created and embellished you |
Filth does not stick to the body of one who has secured a dwelling in his True Home. |
Filth does not stick to those who are true, but filth attaches itself to those who love duality. This filth cannot be washed off, even by bathing at the sixty-eight sacred shrines of pilgrimage. |
Fire and water join together, and the breath roars in its fury! The tongue and the sex organs each seek to taste. |
First, the baby loves mother's milk; second, he learns of his mother and father; third, his brothers, sisters and aunts; fourth, the love of play awakens. Fifth, he runs after food and drink; sixth, in his sexual desire, he does not respect social customs. Seventh, he gathers wealth and dwells in his house; eighth, he becomes angry, and his body is consumed. Ninth, he turns grey, and his breathing becomes labored; tenth, he is cremated, and turns to ashes. His companions send him off, crying out and lamenting. The swan of the soul takes flight, and asks which way to go. |
First, You created nourishment; then, You created the living beings. There is no other Giver as Great as You, O my Lord and Master. None approach or equal You. |