I am just a fool, Lord; I place my hopes in You! |
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 |