Hymn Of Guru Nanak

The sun and moon, O Lord, are Thy lamps;

the firmament Thy salver;

the orbs of the stars the pearls encased in it.

The perfume of the sandal is Thy incense,

the wind is Thy fan, 

all the forests are Thy flowers, 

O Lord of light.

What worship is this, 

O Thou destroyer of birth ?

Unbeaten strains of ecstasy are the trumpets of Thy worship.

Thou has a thousand eyes and yet not one eye; 

Thou host a thousand forms and yet not one form;

Thou hast a thousand stainless feet and yet not one foot; 

Thou hast a thousand organs of smell and yet not one organ. 

I am fascinated by this play of 'l hine.

The light which is in everything is Chine, O Lord of light.

From its brilliancy everything is illuminated;

By the Guru's teaching the light becometh manifest.

What pleaseth Thee is the real worship.

O God, my mind is fascinated with Thy lotus feet as the bumble-bee with the flower; 

night and day I thirst for them.

Give the water of Thy favour to the Sarang (bird) Nanak, so that he may dwell in Thy Name.