Sodar Rag Asa Mahalla 1

What kind of gate leads to You? What kind of mansion
have You, where You sit and support all creation?

Countless are the instruments and melodies,
countless the players singing Your praise,

Countless are the rags and their harmonies,
countless the singers.

Wind, water and fire sing Your praise,
at Your doorstep Dharmaraja sings Your praise,

His attendants, Chitra and Gupta, recording every deed
while he checks their records, sing Your praise,

Shiva, Brahma and the Goddess, radiant with splendour
bestowed by You, sing Your praise

Indra, seated upon his throne in a circle of gods,
sings Your praise.

Siddhas in their meditation and sages in contemplation
sing Your praise.

Celibates, saints and the serene sing Your praise,
invincible heroes sing Your praise.

Scholars and great seers with their texts in every age
sing Your praise.

Beautiful women, enchanting the mind in the celestial,
terrestrial and netherworlds, sing Your praise.

Jewels that come from You, sites made sacred by You,
sing Your praise.

Heroes and mighty warriors sing Your praise,
the four sources of life sing Your praise,

Continents, constellations, and universes upheld by You
sing Your praise.

Devotees who win Your affection, revelling in Your love,
sing Your praise.

How many other singers and players I cannot conceive.
Says Nanak, how then can I think of them?

That One, ever True Sovereign, true is the praise
of that True One.

That One is, ever will be,
and never will that Creator of the world not be.

Designer of this colourful diversity,
Creator of this variegated world,

You watch over and sustain Your creation,
all praise belongs to You.

Whatever You desire comes to pass,
none can challenge Your commands.

Nanak says, You are the Sovereign of sovereigns,
all abide by Your Will.