Cherish in your consciousness the One who created you; O Nanak, He alone shall go along with you. ||1||
Ashtapadee:
Think of the Glory of the All-pervading Lord, O mortal;
what is your origin, and what is your appearance?
He who fashioned, adorned and decorated you
in the fire of the womb, He preserved you.
In your infancy, He gave you milk to drink.
In the flower of your youth, He gave you food, pleasure and understanding.
As you grow old, family and friends,
Are there to feed you as you rest.
This worthless person has not appreciated in the least, all the good deeds done for him.
If you bless him with forgiveness, O Nanak, only then will he be saved. ||1||
By His Grace, you abide in comfort upon the earth.
With your children, siblings, friends and spouse, you laugh.
By His Grace, you drink in cool water.
You have peaceful breezes and priceless fire.
By His Grace, you enjoy all sorts of pleasures.
You are provided with all the necessities of life.
He gave you hands, feet, ears, eyes and tongue,
and yet, you forsake Him and attach yourself to others.