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

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

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.

The lonely widow gives her body to a stranger; but without her husband, she is never satisfied.

O camel-like mind, you were once very pure; the filth of egotism has now attached itself to you.