Creating the soul, the Lord places this creation in the womb of the mother.
With each and every breath, it meditates in remembrance on the Lord, O Nanak; it is not consumed by the great fire. ||1||
With its head down, and feet up, it dwells in that slimy place.
O Nanak, how could we forget the Master? Through His Name, we are saved. ||2||
From egg and sperm, you were conceived, and placed in the fire of the womb.
Head downwards, you abided restlessly in that dark, dismal, terrible hell.
Remembering the Lord in meditation, you were not burnt; enshrine Him in your heart, mind and body.
In that treacherous place, He protected and preserved you; do not forget Him, even for an instant.
Forgetting God, you shall never find peace; you shall forfeit your life, and depart. ||2||
