By the Grace of the Saints, I sing the Praises of the Ocean of virtue; after countless incarnations, I have been released.

By the Grace of the Saints, Nanak has met the Lord; his mind and body are soothed and satisfied.

Worship and adore the Lord, Har, Har, Har. In the Society of the Saints, He dwells in the mind; doubt, emotional attachment and fear are vanquished.

Behold and Acknowledge the Glory that you have witnessed; proclaim the joy that you have experienced; confer the Grace that you have earned.

He performs worship ceremonies, applies the ceremonial tilak mark to his forehead, and takes his ritual cleansing baths; he pulls out his knife, and demands donations.

The Supreme Lord God is Merciful to the meek; meditating in remembrance on Him, peace is obtained.