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Appendix 5
As gannents dark with grime Rinsed with soap are made light; So when sin soils the soul Prayer alone shall make it whole. Words do not the saint or sinner make, Action alone is written in the book of fate, What we sow that alone we take; 0 Nanak, be saved or forever transmigrate. 21.
Pilgrimage, austerity, mercy, almsgiving, and charity Bring merit, be it as little as the mustard seed; But he who hears, believes, and cherishes the word, An inner pilgrimage and cleansing is his meed.
All virtue is TI1ine, for I have none, Virtue follows a good act done. Blessed Thou the Creator, the Prayer, the Primal Truth and beauty and longing eternal. What was the time, what day of the week, What the month, what season of the year, When Thou didst create the earthly sphere? The Pandit knows it not, nor is it writ in his Puran; The Qadi knows it not, though he read and copy the Koran. The Yogi knows not the date nor the day of the week, He knows not the month or even the season. Only Thou who made it all can speak, For knowledge is Thine alone. How then shall I know Thee, bow describe, praise, and name? 0 Nanak. many there be who pretend to know, each bolder in his claim. All I say is: 'Great is the Lord, great His name; What He ordains comes to be,' 0 Nanak, he who sayeth more shall hereafter regret his stupidity. 22.
Numerous worlds there be in regions beyond the skies and below, But the research-weary scholars say, we do not know. The Hindu and the Muslim books are full of theories; the answer is but one.
Appendix 5
As gannents dark with grime Rinsed with soap are made light; So when sin soils the soul Prayer alone shall make it whole. Words do not the saint or sinner make, Action alone is written in the book of fate, What we sow that alone we take; 0 Nanak, be saved or forever transmigrate. 21.
Pilgrimage, austerity, mercy, almsgiving, and charity Bring merit, be it as little as the mustard seed; But he who hears, believes, and cherishes the word, An inner pilgrimage and cleansing is his meed.
All virtue is TI1ine, for I have none, Virtue follows a good act done. Blessed Thou the Creator, the Prayer, the Primal Truth and beauty and longing eternal. What was the time, what day of the week, What the month, what season of the year, When Thou didst create the earthly sphere? The Pandit knows it not, nor is it writ in his Puran; The Qadi knows it not, though he read and copy the Koran. The Yogi knows not the date nor the day of the week, He knows not the month or even the season. Only Thou who made it all can speak, For knowledge is Thine alone. How then shall I know Thee, bow describe, praise, and name? 0 Nanak. many there be who pretend to know, each bolder in his claim. All I say is: 'Great is the Lord, great His name; What He ordains comes to be,' 0 Nanak, he who sayeth more shall hereafter regret his stupidity. 22.
Numerous worlds there be in regions beyond the skies and below, But the research-weary scholars say, we do not know. The Hindu and the Muslim books are full of theories; the answer is but one.
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