The Gurmukhs serve God forever; night and day, they are steeped in the Love of the True Lord.
They are in bliss forever, singing the Glorious Praises of the True Lord; in this world and in the next, they keep Him clasped to their hearts.
Their Beloved dwells deep within; the Creator pre-ordained this destiny.
O Nanak, He blends them into Himself; He Himself showers His Mercy upon them. ||1||
By merely talking and speaking, He is not found. Night and day, sing His Glorious Praises continually.
Without His Merciful Grace, no one finds Him; many have died barking and bewailing.
When the mind and body are saturated with the Word of the Guru's Shabad, the Lord Himself comes to dwell in his mind.
O Nanak, by His Grace, He is found; He unites us in His Union. ||2||
He Himself is the Vedas, the Puraanas and all the Shaastras; He Himself chants them, and He Himself is pleased.
He Himself sits down to worship, and He Himself creates the world.
He Himself is a householder, and He Himself is a renunciate; He Himself utters the Unutterable.
He Himself is all goodness, and He Himself causes us to act; He Himself remains detached.
He Himself grants pleasure and pain; the Creator Himself bestows His gifts. ||8||