Those whose minds are pleased by the Praises of the Lord, Har, Har, are joyful in the palaces of their own homes. Their mouths savor all the sweet delicacies when they sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord.

As metal merges with metal, those who chant the Praises of the Lord are absorbed into the Praiseworthy Lord. Like the poppies, they are dyed in the deep crimson color of Truthfulness. Those contented souls who meditate on the Lord with single-minded love, meet the True Lord.

One's hopes are fulfilled in an instant, chanting the Glorious Praises of the Lord, Har, Har, Har.

Lord has purified the sinners in an instant;one cannot express His Glorious Praises

Countless sinners are sanctified, attaching their minds to the Feet of the Lord.

His Lotus Feet dwell in the minds of His devotees. Without the Transcendent Lord, all are plundered. I long for the dust of the feet of His humble servants. The Name of the True Lord is my decoration.