If you long for your Husband Lord, O soul bride, then serve the True Guru with love.

How rare are the spiritually wise, who meet the True Guru, and truly understand.

All glorious greatness rests in the Lord and Master's Hands. He grants them, when He is pleased.

How rare are those who contemplate the Word of the Guru's Bani; they become Gurmukh.

This is the Bani of the Supreme Being; through it, one dwells within the home of his inner being. ||40||

Shattering and breaking apart, He creates and re-creates; creating, He shatters again. He builds up what He has demolished, and demolishes what He has built.

He dries up the pools which are full, and fills the dried tanks again. He is all-powerful and independent.

Deluded by doubt, they have gone insane; without destiny, what do they obtain?

The Gurmukhs know that God holds the string; wherever He pulls it, they must go.

Those who sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord, are forever imbued with His Love; they never again feel regret.

Bhabha: If someone seeks, and then becomes Gurmukh, then he comes to dwell in the home of his own heart.

Bhabha: The way of the terrifying world-ocean is treacherous. Remain free of hope, in the midst of hope, and you shall cross over.

By Guru's Grace, one comes to understand himself; in this way, he remains dead while yet alive. ||41||

Crying out for the wealth and riches of Maya, they die; but Maya does not go along with them.

The soul-swan arises and departs, sad and depressed, leaving its wealth behind.

The false mind is hunted by the Messenger of Death; it carries its faults along when it goes.

The mind turns inward, and merges with mind, when it is with virtue.

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Crying out, "Mine, mine!", they have died, but without the Name, they find only pain.

So where are their forts, mansions, palaces and courts? They are like a short story.

O Nanak, without the True Name, the false just come and go.

He Himself is clever and so very beautiful; He Himself is wise and all-knowing. ||42||

Those who come, must go in the end; they come and go, regretting and repenting.

They will pass through 8.4 millions species; this number does not decrease or rise.

They alone are saved, who love the Lord.

Their worldly entanglements are ended, and Maya is conquered.

Whoever is seen, shall depart; who should I make my friend?

I dedicate my soul, and place my body and mind in offering before Him.

You are eternally stable, O Creator, Lord and Master; I lean on Your Support.

Conquered by virtue, egotism is killed; imbued with the Word of the Shabad, the mind rejects the world. ||43||

Neither the kings nor the nobles will remain; neither the rich nor the poor will remain.

When one's turn comes, no one can stay here.