Rag Asa Mahalla 4

1 The Divine Being is immaculate, the Purest of the pure.
Unfathomable! Infinite!

Everyone meditates, meditates on You,
the True Creator of all.

All beings belong to You, You are their Provider.

Pious people, contemplate that One
who dispels all suffering.

The Divine is Itself the Ruler, Itself the Servant.
Nanak says, I am a mere mortal.

2 You are in every being, in all without distinction,
the One Divine Being suffuses all.

Some are givers, some are beggars,
this is part of Your enchanting sport.

You Yourself are the Giver, You Yourself are the Savourer.
I know no one but You.

You are the Transcendent. Infinite! Totally infinite!
Which of Your virtues could I describe?

They who serve You, who serve You,
says Nanak the slave, I offer myself to them.

3 They who reflect, who reflect upon You,
they live peacefully in this world.

They are freed, they are freed who remember the Divine,
their snare of death is cut.

They who remember the Fearless One, the Fearless One,
all their fears are dispelled.

They who serve, who serve my Beloved,
they merge with the Divine Form.

Blessed, blessed are they who remember the Divine.
Says Nanak the slave, I offer myself to them.

4 Infinite One, the treasures of devotion to You,
of devotion to you, are overflowing and infinite.

Endless One, Your devotees, Your devotees praise you,
countless are their adorations.

Infinite One, countless, countless are Your worshippers,
serving in penance and meditation.

My Infinite One, many, many are they who read scriptures
and perform rituals and ceremonies.

Says Nanak the slave, the devotees, the devotees
are they who please my Almighty.

5 You are the Primal Being, You are the transcendent Creator,
no one is as great as You.

Throughout the ages You alone exist.
Ever and ever, You are the Absolute One,
You are the immutable Creator.

Whatever You will, that comes to be.
Whatever You begin, that is accomplished.

You Yourself brought the universe into being,
You Yourself will dissolve it into nothingness.

Says Nanak the slave,
I sing praises of the Creator, the Knower of all.