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Appendix 5
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In the forge of continence Let the goldsmith be a man of patience, His tools be made of knowledge, His anvil made of reason; With the fear of God the bellows blow, With prayer and austerity make the fire glow, Pour the liquid in the mould of love, Print the name of the Lord thereon, And cool it in the holy waters. For thus in the mint of Truth the word is coined, Thus those who are graced are to work enjoined. 0 Nanak, by His blessing have joy everlasting. Slalr-(Epiwgru)
Air, water, and earth, Of these are we made. Air like the Guru's word gives the breath of life To the babe born to the great mother earth
Sired by the waters. The day and night our nurses be That watch us in our infancy. ln their laps we play, The world is our playground. Our acts right and wrong at Thy court shall come to judgment; Some be seated near Thy seat, some ever kept distant. The toils have ended of those that have worshipped Thee, 0 Nanak, their faces are lit with joyful radiance--many others they set free.
nicii!! andar nic jiit nid hu at nic Among the low, let my caste be the meanest,
Of the lowly, let me I.he lowliest be. 0 Nanak, let such be the men I know Wllh such men let me keep company. Why should I try to emulate the great? Where the fallen have protected been ls Your Grace and Your Goodness seen.
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In the forge of continence Let the goldsmith be a man of patience, His tools be made of knowledge, His anvil made of reason; With the fear of God the bellows blow, With prayer and austerity make the fire glow, Pour the liquid in the mould of love, Print the name of the Lord thereon, And cool it in the holy waters. For thus in the mint of Truth the word is coined, Thus those who are graced are to work enjoined. 0 Nanak, by His blessing have joy everlasting. Slalr-(Epiwgru)
Air, water, and earth, Of these are we made. Air like the Guru's word gives the breath of life To the babe born to the great mother earth
Sired by the waters. The day and night our nurses be That watch us in our infancy. ln their laps we play, The world is our playground. Our acts right and wrong at Thy court shall come to judgment; Some be seated near Thy seat, some ever kept distant. The toils have ended of those that have worshipped Thee, 0 Nanak, their faces are lit with joyful radiance--many others they set free.
nicii!! andar nic jiit nid hu at nic Among the low, let my caste be the meanest,
Of the lowly, let me I.he lowliest be. 0 Nanak, let such be the men I know Wllh such men let me keep company. Why should I try to emulate the great? Where the fallen have protected been ls Your Grace and Your Goodness seen.
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