Some call him a ghost some say that he is a demon. Some call him a mere mortal
By Your Grace, the banner of honor is obtained. It cannot be taken away or lost. You are the True Giver You give continually.
He alone knows everything, unto whom the Lord Himself gives knowledge. One may talk and preach and give sermons but still yearn after Maya.
The Lord bestows bliss upon His devotees, and gives them a seat in the eternal home. He does not give the sinners any stability or place of rest He consigns them to the depths of hell.
Give up the pleasures of corruption, or else you will surely die of them.
O Lord, please give it to me, in Your Natural Way.
Give me that understanding, by which I may meditate on You. I sing Your Glorious Praises with each and every breath. Nanak takes the Support of the Guru's Feet.
God. Lead me to join the Society of the Saints, and bless me with the honor and glory of the Lord's Name
Meeting the True Lord, glory is obtained.
O True Lord, You are Honor and Glory You Yourself are the Giver.
God transmutes rusted iron into gold
Tasting good and bad, you eat nectar and then poison, and then the five passions appear and torture you.
What good is social class and status Truthfulness is measured within. Pride in one's status is like poison - holding it in your hand and eating it, you shall die.
By the karma of good actions, some come to serve the Perfect Guru.
Those who were pre-ordained to have no good karma at all - gazing into the lamp of emotional attachment, they are burnt, like moths in a flame.
What good is worldly greatness All the pleasures of Maya are tasteless and insipid. In the end, they shall all fade away.
The happy soul-bride is true and good she is fascinated by the Glories of her Husband Lord.
You may call yourself good O Nanak, this will only be known when your honor is approved in God's Account.
We are good at talking, but our actions are bad.
Serving Your slaves is the ultimate good deed.
Everyone begs for their own good.
Those hands which write the Praises of the Lord are good.
What good are the ceremonial lines drawn around your kitchen, when these four are seated there with you
O soul-bride, without your Husband Lord, what good are your decorations
If the Lord were to set me upon a throne, I would still be His slave. If I were a grass-cutter, I would still chant the Lord's Name. Servant Nanak is the slave of the Lord contemplate the Glorious Greatness of the Lord