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Purkhan birkhan teerthan tattan meghan khetan
Mankind and arbours
Places of pilgrimage by river banks
Clouds that float over farmers’ fields
Islands and spheres,
Continents and the universe,
the entire cosmos.
All that is born of egg and womb,
Born of water and sweat
Of all these He alone hath estimate.
O Nanak, He knows the oceans and the mountains
He knows the masses of mankind
O Nanak, He who gave life to creatures
He will keep them in His mind.
He who makes must take care of what He hath made!
Let the cares of the world He made be His worry.
To Him make obeisance, to Him be victory!
May His court be in eternal session!
O Nanak, if we have not the True Name
Worthless is the mark on the forehead,
Worthless too the sacred thread.
Sach ta par janeeai ja ridai sacha hoi
He alone is truly truthful
In whose heart is the True One living
Whose soul within is rinsed of falsehood
And his body without is cleansed by washing.
He alone is truly truthful
Who loves truth with passion
Whose heart rejoices in the Name
And finds the door to salvation.
He alone is truly truthful
Who knows the art of living
Who prepares his body like a bed
And plants the seed of the Lord therein.
He alone is truly truthful
Who accepts the true message
Towards the living shows mercy
Gives something as alms and in charity.
He alone is truly truthful
Whose soul in pilgrimage resides
Who consults the true guru
And by his counsel ever abides.
Truth is the nostrum for all ills.
It exorcises sin, washes the body clean.
Those that have truth in their aprons
Before them doth Nanak himself demean.
Satguru vittauh vareah jit miliai khasam samaliah
Blessed be the true guru
He reminds us of our Master.
His sermon is the salve of knowledge,
Our eyes comprehend the reality of the world.
Those that turn their backs on the Master
And take service under another one
Will lose their trade and face disaster.
A ship to take us across is our true guru
Those that know this truth are but a few.
Simal rukh saradya ati diragh ati much
The simal tree is huge and straight
But if one comes to it with hope of gain
What will one get and whither turn?
Its fruit is without taste
Its flowers have no fragrance
Its leaves are of no use.
O Nanak, humility and sweetness
Are the essence of virtue and goodness.
Readily do we all pay homage to ourselves
Before others we refuse to bow.
Weigh anything in a pair of scales and see
That of greater substance does the lower go.
The wicked man bends over double
As deer-slayer shooting his dart.
What use is bending or bowing of head
When you bow not your heart?
Daya kapah santokh soot jat Gandhi sat vat
When making the sacred thread, the Janeu,
See that following rules you pursue.
Out of the cotton of compassion
Spin the thread of tranquillity
Let continence be the knot
And virtue the twist hereon.
O Pandit, if such a sacred thread there be
Around our neck, we shall wear it willingly.
A thread so made will not break
It will not get dirty, be burnt or lost.
O Nanak, thou shalt see
Those who wear this shall blessed be.
For four cowrie shells this thread is bought
A square is marked for the ceremony.
The Brahmin whispers a mantra in the ear
And thus becomes the guru and teacher
But when the wearer dies, cast away is his thread
And threadless he goes on his voyage ahead.
Je kar sootak manneeai sab tai sootak hoe
Once we say: This is pure, this unclean.
See that in all things there is life unseen.
There are worms in wood and cowdung cakes,
There is life in the corn ground into bread.
There is life in the water which turns plants green.
How then be clean when impurity is over the kitchen spread?
O Nanak, not thus are things impure purified
Wash them with divine knowledge instead.
Impurity of the mind is greed,
Of tongue, untruth.
Impurity of the eye is coveting
Another’s wealth, his wife, her comeliness;
Impurity of the ears is listening to calumny.
O Nanak, thus does the fettered soul
Wing its way to the city of doom.
Apey bhandey sajeean apey pooran dey
God gives shape to human vessels
And God fills them with what He wills
Into some He pours milk
Others He makes simmer on the hearths,
Some are destined to sleep on soft couches
Others spend their nights keeping a vigil,
He saves those whom He wills.
Vade kiyan vadieyeean
Beyond speech is the glory of the Great one.
He is the Creator, mighty and benign.
To each He gives his living
Our lives fulfil His great design.
God is our one and only refuge
Besides Him there is no second one
Whatever pleases Him, He causes to be done.
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