WHAT is that gate, what is that mansion where Thou, O God, sittest and watchest over all things ?
How many various and countless instruments of Thine are played ! How many Thy musicians,
How many Thy musical measures with their consorts, and how many singers sing Thee !
Wind, water, fire sing Thee ; Dharmraj singeth at Thy gate;
The recording angels, who know how to write, and on whose record Dharmraj judgeth, sing Thee ;
Ishar, Brahma, and Devi, ever beautiful as adorned by Thee, sing Thee ;
Indar seated on his throne and the gods at Thy gate sing Thee ;
Sidhs in meditation sing Thee ; holy men in contempla tion sing Thee ;
The continent, the true, and the patient sing Thee ; un yielding heroes sing Thee.
The Pandits and the supreme Rikhis, reading their Veds, sing Thee in every age.
The lovely celestial maids who beguile the heart in the upper, middle, and nether regions sing Thee.
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The jewels created by Thee with the sixty-eight places of Hindu pilgrimage sing Thee.
Mighty warriors and heroes sing Thee ; the four sources of life sing Thee.
The continents, the worlds, and the universe made and supported by Thy hands sing Thee.
The many others who sing Thee I cannot remember ; how could Nanak recount them ?
That God is ever true, He is the true Lord, and the true Name.
He who made this world is, was, and shall be ; he shall neither be born nor die.
He who created things of different colours, descriptions, and species,
Beholdeth His handiwork which attesteth His greatness.
He will do what pleaseth Himself ; no order may be issued to Him to the contrary.
He is King, the King of kings, O Nanak ; all remain subject to His will.