Through the True Guru, the One and only Lord was implanted within me; servant Nanak has taken to the Support of the Lord, Har, Har, Har.

When you are confronted with terrible hardships, and no one offers you any support, when your friends turn into enemies, and even your relatives have deserted you, and when all support has given way, and all hope has been lost - if you then come to remember the Supreme Lord God, even the hot wind shall not touch you.

What good are the ceremonial lines drawn around your kitchen, when these four are seated there with you?

Meditating, meditating in remembrance on the Divine Guru, one's fears are erased and dispelled.

Standing up and sitting down, I sing the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. Meditating in remembrance on Him, I obtain my Eternal Husband Lord.

Meditating, meditating, meditating in remembrance on Him, singing His Glorious Praises, the noose of death is cut away.