O
World Mother,
Never have I served at Thy feet
Nor have I offered my wealth to Thee;
Still a rogue like me is graced
With Thy great affection's bounty,
For, though a bad son is possible,
A mother can never be unmotherly.
A Prayer by Guru
Nanak
(Original in Punjabi vernacular)
Translated by Sunil Uniyal
O
friend, shed your heart's pride
Lust, anger, wicked company—
Keep at bay day and night.
Who feel same in pain and pleasure
And treat equally praise and censure;
Untouched who are by joy and woe,
World's secret they only know.
Such men attain self-realisation.
But, Nanak, that's hard to play,
A Guru alone can show you the way.
