Worship and adore the Lord, Har, Har, Har. In the Society of the Saints, He dwells in the mind; doubt, emotional attachment and fear are vanquished.

By the Grace of the Saints, Nanak has met the Lord; his mind and body are soothed and satisfied.

By the Grace of the Saints, I sing the Praises of the Ocean of virtue; after countless incarnations, I have been released.

Unity can only come when there is better co-ordination and mutual understanding in the society; when there is no friction of thoughts and clash of ideologies. We should therefore follow the ideals established by the scholars and engage ourselves in virtuous deeds.

O camel-like mind, you were once very pure; the filth of egotism has now attached itself to you.

When the mind wavers, loyalty sits light; love disappears; and faction begins.