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Appendix 5
361
I rush madly in the ten directions Seeking gold. I suffer much wanting life of ease And serve all kinds of people, And like a dog go from door to door But I have no thought of prayer. I waste my human existence, I have no shame when peopJe laugh at me. 0 Nanak, why sing you noc in praise of the Lord And rid your mind and body of impure thoughts? (1isa)
jo nar dukh mai dukh nah.i manai
He who in adve.r sity grieves not He who is without fear He who falls not in the snare of sensuality Who has no greed for gold knowing it is like dust. He who does not slander people when their backs are turned Nor flauers them to their faces. He who has neither glunony in his heart Nor vanity nor attachmem with worldly things. He whom nothing moves, Neither good fornme nor ill. Who cares not for the world's applause, Nor its censure, Who ignores every wishful fantasy And accepts what comes his way as it comes. He whom lust cannot lure Nor anger command, In such a one lives God Himself. On such a man does the Guru's Crace descend. For he knows the righteous path. 0 Nanak, his soul mingles with the Lord As wacer mingles with water. (Sorafh)
361
I rush madly in the ten directions Seeking gold. I suffer much wanting life of ease And serve all kinds of people, And like a dog go from door to door But I have no thought of prayer. I waste my human existence, I have no shame when peopJe laugh at me. 0 Nanak, why sing you noc in praise of the Lord And rid your mind and body of impure thoughts? (1isa)
jo nar dukh mai dukh nah.i manai
He who in adve.r sity grieves not He who is without fear He who falls not in the snare of sensuality Who has no greed for gold knowing it is like dust. He who does not slander people when their backs are turned Nor flauers them to their faces. He who has neither glunony in his heart Nor vanity nor attachmem with worldly things. He whom nothing moves, Neither good fornme nor ill. Who cares not for the world's applause, Nor its censure, Who ignores every wishful fantasy And accepts what comes his way as it comes. He whom lust cannot lure Nor anger command, In such a one lives God Himself. On such a man does the Guru's Crace descend. For he knows the righteous path. 0 Nanak, his soul mingles with the Lord As wacer mingles with water. (Sorafh)
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