A Sikh ever in attendance of Satguru merges in the ocean-like True Guru through the Ganges-like holy congregation. He remains engrossed in the fountain-head of Cyan (knowledge) and contemplation.
A True Sikh remains absorbed and immersed in the holy dust of the True Guru like a bumble bee and longs for a glimpse of his Guru just as a moon bird experiences pangs of separation of his beloved moon.
Like a swan whose diet is pearls, a true Sikh relishes the pearl-like Naam as his life support. Like a fish, he swims in the cool, clean and comforting waters of spirituality.
By the element and nectar-like glimpse of grace of the True Guru, a true Sikh attains immortality. And then all mythical donors like Kamdhen cow or Kalap brichh and even Lakshmi (Goddess of wealth) serve him diligently. (97)