Tasting good and bad, you eat nectar and then poison, and then the five passions appear and torture you.

The drops of the Lord's Nectar are so beautiful! Meeting the Holy Saint, we drink these in.

Whatever He places within them, that is what prevails, and so they outwardly appear.

Mentally, we are impure and black, but outwardly, we appear white. We imitate those who stand and serve at the Lord's Door. They are attuned to the Love of their Husband Lord, and they experience the pleasure of His Love. They remain powerless, even while they have power; they remain humble and meek.

O Nanak, no one else is truly alive; those who merely live shall depart in dishonor; everything they eat is impure. Intoxicated with power and thrilled with wealth, they delight in their pleasures, and dance about shamelessly. O Nanak, they are deluded and defrauded.

Everything we receive is a gift from Him - the thirty-six delicious foods to eat, cozy beds, cooling breezes, peaceful joy and the experience of pleasure.