Day and night, take the Naam, the Name of the Lord, the most sublime Primal Being.

The One who created the world and assigned all to their tasks - I am a sacrifice to Him. ||3||

Those who chant the Naam look beautiful; they obtain the fruit of peace. Those who believe in the Name win the game of life.

Their blessings are not exhausted, if it pleases the Lord, even though numerous ages may pass.

Even though numerous ages may pass, O Lord Master, their blessings are not exhausted.

They do not age, they do not die and fall into hell, if they meditate on the Naam, the Name of the Lord.

Those who chant the Lord's Name, Har, Har, do not wither, O Nanak; they are not afflicted by pain.

Those who chant the Naam look beautiful; they obtain the fruit of peace. Those who believe in the Name win the game of life. ||4||1||4||

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

Aasaa, First Mehl, Chhant, Third House:

Listen, O black deer: why are you so attached to the orchard of passion?

The fruit of sin is sweet for only a few days, and then it grows hot and bitter.

That fruit which intoxicated you has now become bitter and painful, without the Naam.

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It is temporary, like the waves on the sea, and the flash of lightning.

Without the Lord, there is no other protector, but you have forgotten Him.

Nanak speaks the Truth. Reflect upon it, O mind; you shall die, O black deer. ||1||

O bumble bee, you wander among the flowers, but terrible pain awaits you.

I have asked my Guru for true understanding.

I have asked my True Guru for understanding about the bumble bee, who is so involved with the flowers of the garden.

When the sun rises, the body will fall, and it will be cooked in hot oil.

You shall be bound and beaten on the road of Death, without the Word of the Shabad, O madman.

Nanak speaks the Truth. Reflect upon it, O mind; you shall die, O bumble bee. ||2||

O my stranger soul, why do you fall into entanglements?

The True Lord abides within your mind; why are you trapped by the noose of Death?

The fish leaves the water with tearful eyes, when the fisherman casts his net.

The love of Maya is sweet to the world, but in the end, this delusion is dispelled.

So perform devotional worship, link your consciousness to the Lord, and dispel anxiety from your mind.

Nanak speaks the Truth; focus your consciousness on the Lord, O my stranger soul. ||3||

The rivers and streams which separate may sometime be united again.

In age after age, that which is sweet, is full of poison; how rare is the Yogi who understands this.

That rare person who centers his consciousness on the True Guru, knows intuitively and realizes the Lord.