Dhanaasaree, First Mehla:

My soul burns, over and over again.

Burning and burning, it is ruined, and it falls into evil.

That body, which forgets the Word of the Guru's Bani,

cries out in pain, like a chronic patient. ||1||

To speak too much and babble is useless.

Even without our speaking, He knows everything. ||1||Pause||

He created our ears, eyes and nose.

He gave us our tongue to speak so fluently.

He preserved the mind in the fire of the womb;

at His Command, the wind blows everywhere. ||2||

These worldly attachments, loves and pleasurable tastes,

all are just black stains.

One who departs, with these black stains of sin on his face

shall find no place to sit in the Court of the Lord. ||3||

By Your Grace, we chant Your Name.

Becoming attached to it, one is saved; there is no other way.

Even if one is drowning, still, he may be saved.

O Nanak, the True Lord is the Giver of all. ||4||3||5||