By Guru's Grace, I contemplate Him, and then my body does not suffer in pain. ||31||

No one is mine - whose gown should I grasp and hold? No one ever was, and no one shall ever be mine.

Coming and going, one is ruined, afflicted with the disease of dual-mindedness.

Those beings who lack the Naam, the Name of the Lord, collapse like pillars of salt.

Without the Name, how can they find release? They fall into hell in the end.

Using a limited number of words, we describe the unlimited True Lord.

The ignorant lack understanding. Without the Guru, there is no spiritual wisdom.

The separated soul is like the broken string of a guitar, which does not vibrate its sound.

God unites the separated souls with Himself, awakening their destiny. ||32||

The body is the tree, and the mind is the bird; the birds in the tree are the five senses.

They peck at the essence of reality, and merge with the One Lord. They are never trapped at all.

But the others fly away in a hurry, when they see the food.

Their feathers are clipped, and they are caught in the noose; through their mistakes, they are caught in disaster.

Without the True Lord, how can anyone find release? The jewel of the Lord's Glorious Praises comes by the karma of good actions.

When He Himself releases them, only then are they released. He Himself is the Great Master.

By Guru's Grace, they are released, when He Himself grants His Grace.

Glorious greatness rests in His Hands. He blesses those with whom He is pleased. ||33||

The soul trembles and shakes, when it loses its mooring and support.

Only the support of the True Lord brings honor and glory. Through it, one's works are never in vain.

The Lord is eternal and forever stable; the Guru is stable, and contemplation upon the True Lord is stable.

O Lord and Master of angels, men and Yogic masters, You are the support of the unsupported.

In all places and interspaces, You are the Giver, the Great Giver.

Wherever I look, there I see You, Lord; You have no end or limitation.

You are pervading and permeating the places and interspaces; reflecting upon the Word of the Guru's Shabad, You are found.

You give gifts even when they are not asked for; You are great, inaccessible and infinite. ||34||

O Merciful Lord, You are the embodiment of mercy; creating the Creation, You behold it.

Please shower Your Mercy upon me, O God, and unite me with Yourself. In an instant, You destroy and rebuild.

You are all-wise and all-seeing; You are the Greatest Giver of all givers.

He is the Eradicator of poverty, and the Destroyer of pain; the Gurmukh realizes spiritual wisdom and meditation. ||35||

Losing his wealth, he cries out in anguish; the fool's consciousness is engrossed in wealth.