Blessed, blessed is the True Guru, the Immaculate, Almighty Lord God, meeting Him, I meditate on the Name of the Lord.
GURU NANAKBlessed, blessed is the True Guru, the Immaculate, Almighty Lord God, meeting Him, I meditate on the Name of the Lord.
GURU NANAKHe who, having lost his parents or being abandoned, by them without ,just cause, gives himself to a, man , is called a son self given.
GURU NANAKThe ignorant soul bride wanders in delusion, in the love of duality, she sits like a widow. She sits like a widow, in the love of duality, infatuated with Maya, she suffers in pain. She grows old, and her body withers away.
GURU NANAKOne cannot comprehend Him through reason, even if one reasoned for ages.
GURU NANAKI am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?
GURU NANAKI am neither male nor female, nor am I sexless. I am the Peaceful One, whose form is self-effulgent, powerful radiance.
GURU NANAKMy mind and body, my mind and body I cut my body into pieces, and I dedicate these to Him.
GURU NANAKBut for disloyalty to her husband a wife is censured among men, and ,in her next life she is born in the womb of a jackal and tormented by diseases, the punishment of her sin.
GURU NANAKHe, who is appointed to, cohabit with the widow shall, approach her at night anointed with clarified butter and silent, and beget one son, by no means a second.
GURU NANAKThrough shallow intellect, the mind becomes shallow, and one eats the fly, along with the sweets.
GURU NANAKEmotional attachment to Maya is totally painful, this is a bad bargain.
GURU NANAKNo calamity happens to those who eagerly follow auspicious customs and the rule of good conduct, to those who are always careful of purity, and to those who mutter, sacred texts and offer burnt oblations.
GURU NANAKThe widow cries out at the door, The light of my mind has gone out, O my mother, with his death. So cry out, O soul brides of the Husband Lord, and dwell on the Glorious Praises of the True Lord.
GURU NANAKSing the songs of joy to the Lord, serve the Name of the Lord, and become the servant of His servants.
GURU NANAKO my heart! Love God as the chatrik loves the rain drops, Who even when fountains are full and the land green, Is not satisfied as long as it cannot get a drop of rain.
GURU NANAKThe soul bride shall never be a widow, she shall never suffer sorrow.
GURU NANAK