he shall have no peace.

As long as this mortal thinks that he is the one who does things,

he shall wander in reincarnation through the womb.

As long as he considers one an enemy, and another a friend,

his mind shall not come to rest.

As long as he is intoxicated with attachment to Maya,

the Righteous Judge shall punish him.

By God's Grace, his bonds are shattered;

by Guru's Grace, O Nanak, his ego is eliminated. ||4||

Earning a thousand, he runs after a hundred thousand.

Section 07 - Raag Gauree - Part 129

Satisfaction is not obtained by chasing after Maya.

He may enjoy all sorts of corrupt pleasures,

but he is still not satisfied; he indulges again and again, wearing himself out, until he dies.

Without contentment, no one is satisfied.

Like the objects in a dream, all his efforts are in vain.

Through the love of the Naam, all peace is obtained.

Only a few obtain this, by great good fortune.

He Himself is Himself the Cause of causes.

Forever and ever, O Nanak, chant the Lord's Name. ||5||

The Doer, the Cause of causes, is the Creator Lord.

What deliberations are in the hands of mortal beings?

As God casts His Glance of Grace, they come to be.

God Himself, of Himself, is unto Himself.

Whatever He created, was by His Own Pleasure.

He is far from all, and yet with all.

He understands, He sees, and He passes judgment.

He Himself is the One, and He Himself is the many.

He does not die or perish; He does not come or go.

O Nanak, He remains forever All-pervading. ||6||

He Himself instructs, and He Himself learns.

He Himself mingles with all.

He Himself created His own expanse.

All things are His; He is the Creator.

Without Him, what could be done?

In the spaces and interspaces, He is the One.

In His own play, He Himself is the Actor.

He produces His plays with infinite variety.

He Himself is in the mind, and the mind is in Him.

O Nanak, His worth cannot be estimated. ||7||

True, True, True is God, our Lord and Master.

By Guru's Grace, some speak of Him.

True, True, True is the Creator of all.

Out of millions, scarcely anyone knows Him.

Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful is Your Sublime Form.

You are Exquisitely Beautiful, Infinite and Incomparable.

Pure, Pure, Pure is the Word of Your Bani,

heard in each and every heart, spoken to the ears.

Holy, Holy, Holy and Sublimely Pure

- chant the Naam, O Nanak, with heart-felt love. ||8||12||

Shalok:

One who seeks the Sanctuary of the Saints shall be saved.

One who slanders the Saints, O Nanak, shall be reincarnated over and over again. ||1||

ASHTAPADEE:

Slandering the Saints, one's life is cut short.