Death hovers over his head, laughing, but the beast does not understand.
Entangled in conflict, pleasure and egotism, he does not even think of death. ||1||
So serve your True Guru; why wander around miserable and unfortunate?
You gaze upon the transitory, beautiful safflower, but why do you get attached to it? ||1||Pause||
You commit sins again and again, to gather wealth to spend.
But your dust shall mix with dust; you shall arise and depart naked. ||2||
Those for whom you work, will become your spiteful enemies.
In the end, they will run away from you; why do you burn for them in anger? ||3||
He alone becomes the dust of the Lord's slaves, who has such good karma upon his forehead.
Says Nanak, he is released from bondage, in the Sanctuary of the True Guru. ||4||6||36||
