Avarice is a dog, falsehood the sweeper and cheating the eating of a carrion.
Slandering others, solely amounts to putting other's filth in ones own mouth and fire of wrath is pariah.
In such sins, sweet and saline savour, and self-praise, I am engrossed, These are my doings, O my Creator.
O Brother! utter the words which may bring honour.
Good are they who are styled good in Lord's Court. The devilish sit and bewail. Pause.
The pleasure of gold, pleasure of silvers and damsels, pleasure of fragrance of sandal,
pleasure of horses, pleasure of common cushion with a houri and a palace, pleasure of sweets and pleasure of meats,
So many are the relishes of the human body. How can then God's Name secure an abode within the heart?
The words by speaking which honour is obtained that utterance of the worlds becomes acceptable.
By uttering harsh words man come to grief. Hearken, O my foolish ignorant soul!
They, who are pleasing to Him, are good, what else is to be said or described?
Wisdom honour and wealth in the lap of those in whose mind God remains permeated.
What praise of theirs can one chime? What more decoration they need?
Nanak, they who are bereft of God's gracious glance cherish not fondness charity and the Name.
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