XXXI
His seat and His storehouses[1] are in every world.
What was to be put into them was put in at one time. [2]
The Creator beholdeth His creation.
Nanak, true is the work of the True One.
Hail ! Hail to Him,
The primal, the pure, without beginning, the indestructible, the same in every age !
XXXII
Were one tongue to become a hundred thousand, and a hundred thousand to become twentyfold more,
I would utter the name of the one Lord of the world hundreds of thousands of times with all my tongues.
In this way I should ascend the stairs of the Lord, and become one with Him.
On hearing of the exaltation of the religious the vile become jealous.[3]
Nanak, the former have found the Kind One, while false is the boasting of the false.
XXXIII
I have no strength to speak and no strength to be silent.[4]
I have no strength to ask and no strength to give ;
I have no strength to live, and no strength to die ;
I have no strength to acquire empire or wealth which produce a commotion in the heart.
I have no strength to meditate on Thee or ponder on divine knowledge ;
I have no strength to find the way to escape from the world.
He in whose arm there is strength, may see what he can do.
Nanak, no one is of superior or inferior strength before God.
