ਰਾਗੁ ਧਨਾਸਰੀ ਮਹਲਾ ੧ ॥
ਗਗਨ ਮੈ ਥਾਲੁ. ਰਵਿ ਚੰਦੁ ਦੀਪਕ ਬਨੇ; ਤਾਰਿਕਾ ਮੰਡਲ, ਜਨਕ ਮੋਤੀ ॥
Guru Nanak, Rāg Dhanasari
The sun and moon, O Lord, are Thy lamps; the firmament Thy salver; the orbs of the stars the pearls enchased in it. The perfume of the sandal is Thine incense, the wind is Thy fan, all the forests are Thy flowers, O Lord of light. What worship is this, O Thou Destroyer of birth? Unbeaten strains of ecstasy are the trumpets of Thy worship. Thou hast a thousand eyes and yet not one eye; Thou hast a thousand forms and yet not one form; Thou hast a thousand stainless feet and yet not one foot; Thou hast a thousand organs of smell and yet not one organ. I am fascinated by this play of Thine. The light which is in everything is Thine, O Lord of light. From its brilliancy everything is brilliant; By the Guru's teaching the light becometh manifest. What pleaseth Thee is the real worship. O God, my mind is fascinated with Thy lotus feet as the bumble-bee with the flower: night and day I thirst for them. Give the water of Thy favour to the sarang Nanak, so that he may dwell in Thy name.