O Nanak, He emancipates those with whom He is pleased. ||3||
Many millions abide in heated activity, slothful darkness and peaceful light.
Many millions are the Vedas, Puraanas, Simritees and Shaastras.
Many millions are the pearls of the oceans.
Many millions are the beings of so many descriptions.
Many millions are made long-lived.
Many millions of hills and mountains have been made of gold.
Many millions are the Yakhshas - the servants of the god of wealth, the Kinnars - the gods of celestial music, and the evil spirits of the Pisaach.
Many millions are the evil nature-spirits, ghosts, pigs and tigers.
He is near to all, and yet far from all;
O Nanak, He Himself remains distinct, while yet pervading all. ||4||
Many millions inhabit the nether regions.
Many millions dwell in heaven and hell.
Many millions are born, live and die.
Many millions are reincarnated, over and over again.
Many millions eat while sitting at ease.
Many millions are exhausted by their labors.
Many millions are created wealthy.
Many millions are anxiously involved in Maya.
Wherever He wills, there He keeps us.