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Salok, Third Mehl:

How rare is the dervish, the Saintly renunciate, who understands renunciation.

Cursed is the life, and cursed are the clothes, of one who wanders around, begging from door to door.

But, if he abandons hope and anxiety, and as Gurmukh receives the Name as his charity,

then Nanak washes his feet, and is a sacrifice to him. ||1||

Third Mehl:

O Nanak, the tree has one fruit, but two birds are perched upon it.

They are not seen coming or going; these birds have no wings.

One enjoys so many pleasures, while the other, through the Word of the Shabad, remains in Nirvaanaa.

Imbued with the subtle essence of the fruit of the Lord's Name, O Nanak, the soul bears the True Insignia of God's Grace. ||2||

Pauree:

He Himself is the field, and He Himself is the farmer. He Himself grows and grinds the corn.

He Himself cooks it, He Himself puts the food in the dishes, and He Himself sits down to eat.

He Himself is the water, He Himself gives the tooth-pick, and He Himself offers the mouthwash.

He Himself calls and seats the congregation, and He Himself bids them goodbye.

One whom the Lord Himself blesses with His Mercy - the Lord causes him to walk according to His Will. ||6||