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.

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.