ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU:
Bronze is bright and shiny, but when it is rubhed, its blackness appears. Washing it, its impurity is not removed, even if it is washed a hundred times. 1 They alone are my friends, who travel along with me: and in that place, where the accounts are called for, they appear standing with me. Pause There are houses, mansions and tall buildings, painted on all I sides; but they are empty within, and they crumble like useless ruins. ||2|| The herons in their white feathers dwell in the sacred shrines of pilgrimage. They tear apart and eat the living beings, and so they are not called white. 3 | My body is like the simmal tree; seeing me, other people are fooled, lis fruits are useless just like the qualities of my body. 4 The blind man is carrying such a heavy load, and his journey through the mountains is so long. My eyes can see, but I cannot find the Way. How can I climb up and cross over the mountain? ||5|| What good does it do to serve, and be good, and be clever? O Nanak, contemplate the Naam, the Name of the Lord, and you shall he released from bondage. ||6||1|3||
