In the Fear of God, the Akaashic ethers are stretched across the sky.

In the Fear of God, the warriors and the most powerful heroes exist.

In the Fear of God, multitudes come and go.

God has inscribed the Inscription of His Fear upon the heads of all.

O Nanak, the Fearless Lord, the Formless Lord, the True Lord, is One. ||1||

First Mehl:

O Nanak, the Lord is fearless and formless; myriads of others, like Rama, are mere dust before Him.

There are so many stories of Krishna, so many who reflect over the Vedas.

So many beggars dance, spinning around to the beat.

The magicians perform their magic in the market place, creating a false illusion.

They sing as kings and queens, and speak of this and that.

They wear earrings, and necklaces worth thousands of dollars.

Those bodies on which they are worn, O Nanak, those bodies turn to ashes.

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Wisdom cannot be found through mere words. To explain it is as hard as iron.

When the Lord bestows His Grace, then alone it is received; other tricks and orders are useless. ||2||

Pauree:

If the Merciful Lord shows His Mercy, then the True Guru is found.

This soul wandered through countless incarnations, until the True Guru instructed it in the Word of the Shabad.

There is no giver as great as the True Guru; hear this, all you people.

Meeting the True Guru, the True Lord is found; He removes self-conceit from within,

and instructs us in the Truth of Truths. ||4||

Shalok, First Mehl:

All the hours are the milk-maids, and the quarters of the day are the Krishnas.

The wind, water and fire are the ornaments; the sun and moon are the incarnations.

All of the earth, property, wealth and articles are all entanglements.

O Nanak, without divine knowledge, one is plundered, and devoured by the Messenger of Death. ||1||

First Mehl:

The disciples play the music, and the gurus dance.

They move their feet and roll their heads.

The dust flies and falls upon their hair.

Beholding them, the people laugh, and then go home.

They beat the drums for the sake of bread.

They throw themselves upon the ground.

They sing of the milk-maids, they sing of the Krishnas.

They sing of Sitas, and Ramas and kings.

The Lord is fearless and formless; His Name is True.

The entire universe is His Creation.

Those servants, whose destiny is awakened, serve the Lord.

The night of their lives is cool with dew; their minds are filled with love for the Lord.

Contemplating the Guru, I have been taught these teachings;

granting His Grace, He carries His servants across.

The oil-press, the spinning wheel, the grinding stones, the potter's wheel,

the numerous, countless whirlwinds in the desert,