O sun, take away their sight; O rays, run after them; clinging to their feet, fasten yourselves upon them, when the strength of their arms is gone!

I wash Your Feet, and constantly serve You. O Divine Lord, I worship and adore You; I bow down before You. I am the slave of Your slaves; I chant Your Name. I offer this prayer to my Lord and Master.

You must be uncomfortable when those around you are unhappy; when you ease their discomfort, you are making them happy and making yourself happy, isn't it?

They desert you even when you are alive, O madman; what good can they do when someone is dead?

WHEN you scatter seeds on the surface of the soil, they do not germinate; you have to keep them inside the soil.

Desires are fulfilled, when one meets the True Guru; O Nanak, His humble servant is fruitful and prosperous.