Servant Nanak has crossed over on the path, the treacherous path.

Servant Nanak, the Lord s slave, says that only the very fortunate meditate on the Lord.

As fragrance abides in the flowerAs reflection is within the mirror,So does your Lord abide within you,Why search for him without?

O Nanak, they merge in celestial bliss.

Through True Love, she merges with Him. She who does not know her Husband Lord, the Architect of karma, is deluded by falsehood she herself is false.

O Nanak, those ears are acceptable, which listen to the True Master.