I speak and chant His Praises, vibrating the of my mind. The more I know Him, the more I vibrate it.

The One, unto whom we vibrate and sing-how great is He, and where is His Place?

Those who speak of Him and praise Him-they all continue speaking of Him with love. ||1||

O Baba, the Lord Allah is Inaccessible and Infinite.

Sacred is His Name, and Sacred is His Place. He is the True Cherisher. ||1||Pause||

The extent of Your Command cannot be seen; no one knows how to write it.

Even if a hundred poets met together, they could not describe even a tiny bit of it.

No one has found Your Value; they all merely write what they have heard again and again. ||2||

The Pirs, the Prophets, the spiritual teachers, the faithful, the innocents and the martyrs,

the Shaikhs, the mystics, the Qazis, the Mullahs and the Dervishes at His Door

-they are blessed all the more as they continue reading their prayers in praise to Him. ||3||

He seeks no advice when He builds; He seeks no advice when He destroys. He seeks no advice while giving or taking.

He alone knows His Creative Power; He Himself does all deeds.

He beholds all in His Vision. He gives to those with whom He is pleased. ||4||

His Place and His Name are not known, no one knows how great is His Name.

How great is that place where my Sovereign Lord dwells?

No one can reach it; whom shall I go and ask? ||5||

One class of people does not like the other, when one has been made great.

Greatness is only in His Great Hands; He gives to those with whom He is pleased.

By the Hukam of His Command, He Himself regenerates, without a moment's delay. ||6||

Everyone cries out, "More! More!", with the idea of receiving.

How great should we call the Giver? His Gifts are beyond estimation.

O Nanak, there is no deficiency; Your Storehouses are filled to overflowing, age after age. ||7||1||

First Mehl:

All are brides of the Husband Lord; all decorate themselves for Him.

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But when the time comes to settle their accounts, their red robes are corrupt.

His Love is not obtained through hypocrisy. Her false coverings bring only ruin. ||1||

In this way, the Dear Husband Lord ravishes and enjoys His bride.

The happy soul-bride is pleasing to You, Lord; by Your Grace, You adorn her. ||1||Pause||

She is decorated with the Word of the Guru's Shabad; her mind and body belong to her Husband Lord.

With her palms pressed together, she stands, waiting on Him, and offers her True prayers to Him.

Dyed in the deep crimson of the Love of her Darling Lord, she dwells in the Fear of the True One. Imbued with His Love, she is dyed in the color of His Love. ||2||

She is said to be the hand-maiden of her Beloved Lord; His sweetheart surrenders to His Name.