To the dishonored, You, O God, are honor.
To all, You are the Giver of gifts.
O Creator Lord, Cause of causes, O Lord and Master,
Inner-knower, Searcher of all hearts:
You alone know Your own condition and state.
You Yourself, God, are imbued with Yourself.
You alone can celebrate Your Praises.
O Nanak, no one else knows. ||7||
Of all religions, the best religion
is to chant the Name of the Lord and maintain pure conduct.
Of all religious rituals, the most sublime ritual
is to erase the filth of the dirty mind in the Company of the Holy.
Of all efforts, the best effort
is to chant the Name of the Lord in the heart, forever.
Of all speech, the most ambrosial speech
is to hear the Lord's Praise and chant it with the tongue.
Of all places, the most sublime place,
O Nanak, is that heart in which the Name of the Lord abides. ||8||3||
Salok:
You worthless, ignorant fool - dwell upon God forever.