324 Appendix 5 For He, 0 Nanak, is the King of Kings, As He wills so we must live. 28. As a beggar goes a-begging, Bowl in one hand, staff in the other, Rings in his ears, in ashes smothered, So go thou forth in life. With earrings made of cootentmem, With modesty thy begging bowl, Meditation the fabric of thy gannent, Knowledge of death thy cowl, Let thy mind be chaste, virginal clean, Faith the staff on which to lean. Thou shalt then thy fancy humiliate, With mind subdued, the world subjugate. Haili and to Thee be salutation. Thou art primal, Thou art pure, Without beginning, without termination, In single form, forever endure. 29. From the storehouse of compassion Seek knowledge for thy food. Let thy heanbeat be the call of the conch shell Blown in gratitude. He is the Lord, His is the will, His the creation, He is the Master of destiny, of union and separation. Hail! and to Thee be salutation. Thou art primal, Thou art pure, Without beginning, without termination, In single form, forever endure. 30. Maya, mythical goddess in wedlock divine, Bore three gods accepted by all, The creator of the world, the one who preseJVes, And {he one who adjudges its fall. But it is God alone Whose will prevails Others but their obedience render.