My mind remains immersed in the One Lord; my mind surrenders to Him, and in my mind I meet Him. |
My mother is Your slave, and my father is Your slave; I am the child of Your slaves. |
My own evil actions have kept me separate from Him; why should I accuse anyone else? Bestow Your Mercy, God, and save me! No one else can bestow Your Mercy. |
My playful friends have gone to sleep in the graveyard. In my double-mindedness, I shall have to go as well. I cry in a feeble voice. |
My slave mother dances, and my slave father sings; I practice devotional worship to You, O my Sovereign Lord. |
My soul and body all belong to the Guru; I was separated, and He has led me into the Lord's Embrace. |
My soul is burning like fire, and the knife is cutting deep. Prays Nanak, recognizing the Lord's Command, I am at peace, day and night. |
My thirst is not quenched, and I can find no peace, without the Blessed Vision of the Beloved Saint. |
My True Guru is absolutely All-powerful. |
My True Lord and Master is very dear to me. |
Nanak builds his house upon that site where there is no death, no birth, and no old age. |
Nanak enshrines the Lord within his mind. He is the One, throughout the ages. |
Nanak is attuned to the True Name; he beholds the Presence of the Ever-present Lord. |
Nanak lives by chanting Your Name. You Yourself created the Universe; You created the play of duality, and staged it. |
Nanak offers this prayer to God, Please shower me with Your Mercy, and carry me across the terrifying world-ocean. |