The Beauty of Jap Ji Sahib
A Poetic Rendition Part 11
Pauree 37�
In the realm of Grace, the force of Spirit reigns�
Here, nothing else prevails�
Save the bravest of the brave�
Soaked with the Spirit of Love�
And hewed in Divine praise�
Their beauty cannot be phrased.�
Death and deceit touches them not,�
In whose hearts You live.�
Here dwell Your loved, no matter where they are from,�
Rejoicing in Your presence.�
In the realm of Truth is the Formless One�
Gazing upon all Creation with Grace and Joy�
Here are many regions, universes and galaxies,�
To attempt a count would be to count the countless�
Here are a multitude of luminous forms�
To Hukam they conform,�
The Formless One watches, rejoices and contemplates Creation�
Says Nanak, to describe this is hard as nails.�
Pauree 38�
In the smithy of continence, patience is the goldsmith�
Hammering the strokes of knowledge on the anvil of the mind�
Blowing the bellows of divine awe, igniting the inner flame�
Pouring the gold of�Amrit�in the crucible of Love�
In the mint of Truth is the coin of Life cast�
For those who are so graced, it is their daily task�
Says Nanak, they live in unalloyed bliss.
Salok
Guru, the breath of life; water the sire;�
And the great earth, womb of all being.�
Nursed by Day and Night, nurtured in their lap is the world at play�
Good deeds and bad will all be weighed�
By our actions we are in Your presence or afar�
They who have centered on Your Name, their labors are done�
Nanak, their faces aglow, they are free to go;�
Ferrying others across with them!
