1 I live to recite Your Name, if I did not, I should die,
To recite the True Name is so hard.
I hunger for the True Name;
My hunger eats away all sorrow.
My mother, how could I forget,
The True Sovereign, whose Name is Truth?
2 To tell one grain of the True Name’s greatness,
Many have tried without gain.
For all our praise altogether,
The One is no greater, no less.
3 That One never dies, we’ll have no cause for mourning.
That One ever gives, our supplies are never ending.
The virtue is this: there is no other,
There never has been, nor will there ever be.
4 Great as You are, so too Your gifts,
You created day for night to follow.
Those who forget the Husband are the most lowly,
Nanak says, without the Name, we are truly low-born.