The Beauty of Jap Ji Sahib
A Poetic Rendition Part 11
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.
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.
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!