O my fragile mind,
Learn the true art of Gatka;
Crush without a wound.

Infinite, infinite Namaskars at the feet of the Perfect Ones, the Khalsa.
O Saints, O Victors, O Blessed Ones, please give me Your blessings
So that I may win this game called life
To meet my Beloved.

Great is your religion, O Glorious One
I don't know of any other.
Great is the One who taught me this:
Guru Nanak, the greatest of all.
Bless me, O dear One
That I may walk on this path.

My Guru Gobind
You are the greatest of all
The greatest of all.

My beloved Guru Nanak
Was and will be
A companion of the meek.
My beloved Guru Nanak
Make me poor
So I may enjoy your company.
Blessed is my Guru, the King
There is no one as generous
As kind, as forgiving
As caring, as loving.
O Nanak, you are the most precious gift
to all humanity.
Praise to the Lord who sent you
I am a sacrifice at your feet, O master
Your glory passes beyond all limits
How do I even describe!

O Lord, my tongue is a wretched fool
My mind is not faithful and tries so many tricks
Please forgive me, Guru, please! I am your child!
Without your praise, all I say is false
Without your praise, all I think is false
Please Lord, bless me that my tongue only chants your praise
Please bless me that my mind only stays fixed at your feet!

O sleep, you must retire some day
So why not do it now?
I await my much loved Lord
And only when you go will He come;
O sleep, please run away and never appear again.
Dear Guru, my Master, help me win my mind
So that it remains tied to your beautiful feet.