O Friend, I pray that I may remain forever the dust of Your Feet.
Nanak has entered Your Sanctuary, and beholds You ever-present.
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Countless sinners become pure, by fixing their minds on the Feet of the Lord.
The Name of God is the sixty-eight holy places of pilgrimage, O Nanak, for one who has such destiny written upon his forehead.
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With every breath and morsel of food, chant the Name of the Lord, the Cherisher.
The Lord does not forget one upon whom He has bestowed His Grace.
He Himself is the Creator, and He Himself destroys.
The Knower knows everything;
He understands and contemplates.
By His creative power, He assumes numerous forms in an instant.
One whom the Lord attaches to the Truth is redeemed.
One who has God on his side is never conquered.
His Court is eternal and imperishable;
I humbly bow to Him.
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