Vol. I — Guru Nanak, Rag Dhanasari

The sun and moon, 0 Lord, are Thy lamps ; the firmament Thy salver ; the orbs of the stars the pearls enchased in it.

The perfume of the sandal is Thine incense, the wind is Thy fan, all the forests are Thy flowers, O Lord of light.

What worship is this, O Thou Destroyer of birth ? Unbeaten strains of ecstasy are the trumpets of Thy worship.

Thou hast a thousand eyes and yet not one eye ; Thou hast a thousand forms and yet not one form ;

Thou hast a thousand stainless feet and yet not one foot ; Thou hast a thousand organs of smell and yet not one organ. I am fascinated by this play of Thine.

The light which is in everything is Thine, O Lord of light.

From its brilliancy everything is brilliant ;

By the Guru's teaching the light becometh manifest.

What pleaseth Thee is the real worship.

O God, my mind is fascinated with Thy lotus feet as the bumble-bee with the flower : night and day I thirst for them.

Give the water of Thy favour to the sarang Nanak, so that he may dwell in Thy name.