Her bed is pleasant in the company of her Beloved; her seven tanks[1] are filled with nectar.

Show me compassion and kindness, O Compassionate One, that 1 may obtain the true Word and sing Thy praises.

Nanak, the young woman, having seen God her Spouse, is delighted and her heart is enraptured.

O young woman, beautiful without art, pray only for the love of the one God.

God is pleasing to my soul and body, and 1 am charmed with His companionship.

She who is dyed with God's love and prayeth to Him, shall abide in happiness through His name.

[1. The five organs of perception, with intellect and understanding.]

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When thou embracest virtue thou shalt know God; virtue shall abide with thee and vice be put to flight.

Without Thee I cannot abide for a moment; I derive no satisfaction from merely conversing of Thee.

Nanak, she whose tongue and heart are moistened with God's essence, calleth for her Beloved.

O my friends and companions, my beloved is a merchant.

I have purchased from him God's name whose sweetness and value are infinite.

If woman's house be pleasing to the inestimable, true, and beloved God, she shall be happy.

Other women enjoy dalliance with God; I cry aloud standing at His door.

Thou, Cause of causes, Omnipotent, Harbinger of prosperity, arrangest man's affairs.

Nanak, she on whom God looketh with favour is a happy wife; she treasureth up the Word in her heart.

In my house is a true song of rejoicing; God my lover hath visited me.

Imbued with love He enjoyed me; I have exchanged hearts with Him.

I gave God my heart and took Him as my Spouse; He enjoyeth me as He pleaseth.

She who offereth her soul and body to the Beloved is supremely happy through the Word, and obtaineth the ambrosial fruit in her own home.

It is not obtained by intellect, or study, or by great cleverness; what the heart desireth is obtained by love.

Nanak, God is my Beloved; I belong to none besides.[2]

As the deer is snared, the bumble-bee caught by the lotus, and the fish falleth into the net, so man's soul becomes the prey of Death.

Hear, O black deer,[2] why art thou enamoured of the garden?[3]

The fruit of sin is sweet, but only for four days; it then groweth bitter.

[1. Also translated--I conceal not the fact.

2. Man.

3 The world.]

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The fruit for which thou greatly cravest, shall become very bitter without the Name.

That fruit is as a wave of the ocean, or as a flash of lightning.'

There is no protector but God; yet He hath been forgotten by thee.

Verily, saith Nanak, think of it, thou shalt die, O black deer.

O bumble-bee,[2] thou wanderest among the flowers, and very great shall be thy suffering, when the lotus closeth on thee.