You are as tiny and insignificant as an ant, but you shall become great, by the Wealth of the Lord's Meditation.

Nanak bows in humble worship, countless times, over and over again. ||63||

The blade of grass becomes a mountain, and the barren land becomes green.

The drowning one swims across, and the empty is filled to overflowing.

Millions of suns illuminate the darkness,

prays Nanak, when the Guru, the Lord, becomes Merciful. ||64||

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