If I repeat the Name, I live ; if I forget it, I die ;
It is difficult to repeat the true Name.
If man hunger after the true Name,
His pain shall depart when he satisfieth himself with it.
Then how could I forget it, O my mother ?
True is the Lord, true is His name.
Men have grown weary of uttering
Even an iota of His greatness ; His worth they have not discovered.
If all men joined and tried to describe Him,
That would not add to or detract from His greatness.
God dieth not, neither is there any mourning for Him ;
He continueth to give us our daily bread which never faileth.
His praise is — that there neither is,
Nor was, nor shall be any one like unto Him.
As great as Thou art Thyself, O God, so great are Thy gifts.
Thou who madest the day madest also the night
They who forget their Spouse are evil persons :
Nanak, without His name they are naught.