Meditation is beyond my understanding
My mind is never under control
And I cannot obey your will-
The shameless creature that I am.
How dare I call myself Yours?

But please don't disown me, Lord
Please don't be angry
Please don't lead me away from you-
In that case, I will die.

I am so low yet my wants are so high!
My karma are not worthy enough to obtain your presence
But please forgive me, my softhearted Master
Come to my heart, and reveal your feet.

You are the architect, the engineer
the doctor, the lawyer
the manager, the chief executive officer-
the only one I know of.
You are the only worker!
Please make me work only for you, O Lord!

O beautiful Baba
O lover of the Lord
O beloved of the Lord
Set up yet another Nanaksar;
Step into my heart, O beloved Saint.

I yearn not for salvation
nor for paradise
nor for honour.
I want your lotus feet to claspt to,
Forever in my heart
O Gurudev!

Your perfection is so perfect
How do I find an analogy?
There is no other to compare with!

O Perfect One
O Ideal, Flawless One
O Unrivalled, Unparalleled Giver
Please bless me with the perfect destiny!

Of what use is your strutting in royal robes of blue
Turbans soaring high
Swords as sharp as your rehit
Tell me, o nihanga,
Is the sword useful or the sheath?

Give me the sword of love
If you possess one, o nihanga!
I shall pierce my heart with it.

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