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Salok, Third Mehl:

O Shaykh, you wander in the four directions, blown by the four winds; bring your mind back to the home of the One Lord.

Renounce your petty arguments, and realize the Word of the Guru's Shabad.

Bow in humble respect before the True Guru; He is the Knower who knows everything.

Burn away your hopes and desires, and live like a guest in this world.

If you walk in harmony with the True Guru's Will, then you shall be honored in the Court of the Lord.

O Nanak, those who do not contemplate the Naam, the Name of the Lord - cursed are their clothes, and cursed is their food. ||1||

Third Mehl:

There is no end to the Lord's Glorious Praises; His worth cannot be described.

O Nanak, the Gurmukhs chant the Glorious Praises of the Lord; they are absorbed in His Glorious Virtues. ||2||

Pauree:

The Lord has adorned the coat of the body; He has embroidered it with devotional worship.

The Lord has woven His silk into it, in so many ways and fashions.

How rare is that man of understanding, who understands, and deliberates within.

He alone understands these deliberations, whom the Lord Himself inspires to understand.

Poor servant Nanak speaks: the Gurmukhs know the Lord, the Lord is True. ||11||