The meager, short-lived dream, this thing - you are engrossed in it, over and over again.

O Nanak, in the end, all this vanishes like a dream!

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.

Meditating, meditating, meditating in remembrance on Him, singing His Glorious Praises, the noose of death is cut away.