If an arrow is shot at the sky, how can it reach there? The sky above is unreachable - know this well, O archer!

You are my wise Lord and Master, above my head. I serve You as Your humble slave.

O Nanak, they swim across with the True Name of the Lord, the King above the heads of kings.

What good are the ceremonial lines drawn around your kitchen, when these four are seated there with you?

Meditating, meditating in remembrance on the Divine Guru, one's fears are erased and dispelled.

Standing up and sitting down, I sing the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. Meditating in remembrance on Him, I obtain my Eternal Husband Lord.