He speaks sweetly dear,
that enlightener love of mine.

I'm exhausted having searched his words; he never speaks unkind.

He knows not foul language,
the pure and perfect embodiment of the infinite;
he lets my weaknesses go unrecorded.

The polluted ones, he makes pure, as is his nature.
Not one virtue does he leave unrewarded.

In each and every, and all, he dwells, nearest of the near.

Slave Nanak seeks his protection divine.
That sublime,
immortal,
enlightener love of mine.