Guru Nanak

By singing the Guru's hymns, I, the minstrel spread the Lord's glory. Nanak, by praising the True Name, I have obtained the perfect Lord.

Me, the bard out of work, the Lord has applied to His service. In the very beginning, He gave me the order to sing His praises night and day. The Master summoned the minstrel to His True Court. He clothed me with the robe of His true honour and eulogy. Since then, the True Name had become my ambrosial food.

I bow at His Feet constantly, and pray to Him, the Guru, the True Guru, has shown me the Way.

I am neither a child, a young man, nor an ancient; nor am I of any caste.

Let God's grace be the mosque, and devotion the prayer mat. Let the Quran be the good conduct.

One cannot comprehend Him through reason, even if one reasoned for ages.

I am not the born; how can there be either birth or death for me?