The Ādi Granth, or the Holy Scriptures of the Sikhs (1877) · 440

How many are called thy Eags with the Raginis, how many (are) thy singers?

To thee sing the wind, water, fire, Dharm-rfija sings (to thee) at (thy) gate.

To thee sing the recording-angels, (who) know how to write (and who) writing down reflect on moral notions.

To thee sing Isar (Shiva), Brahma, the Devi, (who) display lustre being always adorned by thee.

To thee sing the Indras sitting on Indra's throne with the gods, who are at (his) gate.

To thee sing the perfect ascetics in their deep meditations, to thee sing the pious reflecting (on thee).

To thee sing the ascetics of subdued passions, the chaste (women), the contented ones, to thee sing the hardy heroes.

To thee sing the Pandits, (who) read, the great abstinent ascetics with the gods (sing) continually.

To thee sing the fascinating women, (who) fascinate the mind of those in heaven, earth and in the nether region.

To thee sing all the gems, produced by thee, with the sixty-eight Tirthas.

To thee sing the heroes very powerful in battle, to thee sing the four sources (of production).

To thee sing the region.?, orbs and universe, which are made, kept and supported by thee.

They sing to thee, who please thee; thy devotees, who have a taste (of thee), are attached (to thee).

It does not come into my mind, how many others sing to thee, what can Nanak judge?

He, he is always the true Lord, true, of a true name.

He is and will be and will not be destroyed, by whom the creation was made.

By whom the Maya of various sorts and kinds was produced.

Having made (it) he beholds (it), his own work is as his greatness.

What pleases him, that ho will do, his order cannot be overturned.

He is the king, Lord of kings, Nanak (says): the order (of) the Lord remains (fii'm).

(1). He is the Supreme Being, Hari is the Supreme Being, Hari is quite unattainable, boundless.

All meditate, all meditate on thee, 0 Hari, 0 true creator!

All creatures are thine, sir, thou art the donor of the creatures!

Meditate on Hari, 0 ye saints, who causes all pain to be forgotten.

Hari himself is the Lord, Hari himself is the servant, what is the helpless creature, (says) Nanak.

(2). Thou art in everybody, in all thou, 0 Hari, the one Supreme Spirit, art continuously contained.

Some are munificent, some are beggars, all are thy wonderful frolics.

Thou thyself art the giver, thou thyself the enjoyer, without thee I do not know another.

Thou, 0 Supreme Brahm, art endless, endless, how can I describe thy qualities?

Who serve, who serve thee, their sacrifice is humble Nfinak.