Death hovers over his head, laughing, but the beast does not understand. Entangled in conflict, pleasure and egotism, he does not even think of death. || 1 || So serve your True Guru; why wander around miserable and unfortunate? You gaze upon the transitory, beautiful safflower, but why do you get attached to it? || 1 || Pause || You commit sins again and again, to gather wealth to spend. But your dust shall mix with dust; you shall arise and depart naked. || 2 || Those for whom you work, will become your spiteful enemies. In the end, they will run away from you; why do you burn for them in anger? || 3 || He alone becomes the dust of the Lord’s slaves, who has such good karma upon his forehead. Says Nanak, he is released from bondage, in the Sanctuary of the True Guru. || 4 || 6 || 36 ||

SANGRAND HUKAMNAMA