Searching, searching, I drink in the Ambrosial Nectar.
I have adopted the way of tolerance, and given my mind to the True Guru.
Everyone calls himself true and genuine.
He alone is true, who obtains the jewel throughout the four ages.
Eating and drinking, one dies, but still does not know.
He dies in an instant, when he realizes the Word of the Shabad.
His consciousness becomes permanently stable, and his mind accepts death.
By Guru's Grace, he realizes the Naam, the Name of the Lord. ||19||
The Profound Lord dwells in the sky of the mind, the Tenth Gate;
singing His Glorious Praises, one dwells in intuitive poise and peace.
He does not go to come, or come to go.
By Guru's Grace, he remains lovingly focused on the Lord.
The Lord of the mind-sky is inaccessible, independent and beyond birth.
The most worthy Samaadhi is to keep the consciousness stable, focused on Him.
Remembering the Lord's Name, one is not subject to reincarnation.
The Guru's Teachings are the most Excellent; all other ways lack the Naam, the Name of the Lord. ||20||
Wandering to countless doorsteps and homes, I have grown weary.
My incarnations are countless, without limit.
I have had so many mothers and fathers, sons and daughters.
I have had so many gurus and disciples.