The sparrow eats only half a grain, then it flies through the sky and chirps.

The good sparrow is pleasing to her Lord and Master, if she chirps the Name of the Lord.

The powerful tiger kills hundreds of deer, and all sorts of other animals eat what it leaves.

It becomes very strong, and cannot be contained in its den, but when it must go, it regrets.

So who is impressed by the roar of the blind beast?

He is not pleasing at all to his Lord and Master.

The insect loves the milkweed plant; perched on its branch, it eats it.

It becomes good and pleasing to its Lord and Master, if it chirps the Name of the Lord.

O Nanak, the world lasts for only a few days; indulging in pleasures, pain is produced.

There are many who boast and brag, but none of them can remain detached from the world.

The fly dies for the sake of sweets.

O Lord, death does not even approach those whom You protect. You carry them across the terrifying world-ocean. ||2||

Pauree:

You are Inaccessible and Unfathomable, O Invisible and Infinite True Lord Master.

You are the Giver, all are beggars of You. You alone are the Great Giver.

Those who serve You find peace, reflecting on the Guru's Teachings.

Some, according to Your Will, are in love with Maya.

Through the Word of the Guru's Shabad, praise the Lord with love and affection within.

Without love, there is no devotion. Without the True Guru, love is not enshrined.

You are the Lord God; everyone serves You. This is the prayer of Your humble minstrel.

Please bless me with the gift of contentment, that I may receive the True Name as my Support. ||19||

Section 31 - Raag Malaar - Part 034

Shalok, First Mehl:

Through the night the time ticks away; through the day the time ticks away.

The body wears away and turns to straw.

All are involved and entangled in worldly entanglements.

The mortal has mistakenly renounced the way of service.

The blind fool is caught in conflict, bothered and bewildered.

Those who weep after someone has died - can they bring him back to life?

Without realization, nothing can be understood.

The weepers who weep for the dead shall themselves die as well.

O Nanak, this is the Will of our Lord and Master.

Those who do not remember the Lord, are dead. ||1||

First Mehl:

Love dies, and affection dies; hatred and strife die.

The color fades, and beauty vanishes; the body suffers and collapses.

Where did he come from? Where is he going? Did he exist or not?

The self-willed manmukh made empty boasts, indulging in parties and pleasures.

O Nanak, without the True Name, his honor is torn away, from head to foot. ||2||

Pauree: