He Himself mingles with all.
He Himself created His own expanse.
All things are His; He is the Creator.
Without Him, what could be done?
In the spaces and interspaces, He is the One.
In His own play, He Himself is the Actor.
He produces His plays with infinite variety.
He Himself is in the mind, and the mind is in Him.
O Nanak, His worth cannot be estimated. ||7||
True, True, True is God, our Lord and Master.
By Guru's Grace, some speak of Him.
True, True, True is the Creator of all.
Out of millions, scarcely anyone knows Him.
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful is Your Sublime Form.
You are Exquisitely Beautiful, Infinite and Incomparable.
Pure, Pure, Pure is the Word of Your Bani,
heard in each and every heart, spoken to the ears.
Holy, Holy, Holy and Sublimely Pure
- chant the Naam, O Nanak, with heart-felt love. ||8||12||
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