Thy gifts are as the moon and lamps to the body, by
which the pain of darkness is dispelled.
The bridal procession of attributes which accompany the Bridegroom who hath chosen His bride, appeareth beautiful.
The marriage hath been performed with splendour to the accompaniment of the five musical instruments.[1]
I am a sacrifice to my unchanging companions and friends. I have exchanged hearts with those to whom my body is attached.
Why should I forget those friends with whom I have exchanged hearts ?
Let those whose sight giveth pleasure be clasped to the heart.
All merits and not one demerit is theirs for ever and ever.
If one have a casket of virtues, let him extract odour from it.
If our friends possess virtues, let us go and become partners with them.
Let us form a partnership with virtue and abandon vice.
Let us wear silk, go in state, and take possession of our arena.[2]
Wherever we go, let us sit down, speak civilly, and skim and drink nectar.
If one have a casket of virtues, let him extract odour therefrom.
It is God Himself who acteth ; to whom should we complain ? No one else acteth.
Go and complain to Him if He forget.
If He forget, go and complain to Him ; but why should the Creator Himself forget ?
He heareth, seeth, giveth His gifts without asking or praying for.
The Giver, the Arranger of the world giveth His gifts, Nanak, and true is He.
