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Salok, First Mehl:

The cotton is ginned, woven and spun;

the cloth is laid out, washed and bleached white.

The tailor cuts it with his scissors, and sews it with his thread.

Thus, the torn and tattered honor is sewn up again, through the Lord's Praise, O Nanak, and one lives the true life.

Becoming worn, the cloth is torn; with needle and thread it is sewn up again.

It will not last for a month, or even a week. It barely lasts for an hour, or even a moment.

But the Truth does not grow old; and when it is stitched, it is never torn again.

O Nanak, the Lord and Master is the Truest of the True. While we meditate on Him, we see Him. ||1||

First Mehl:

The knife is Truth, and its steel is totally True.

Its workmanship is incomparably beautiful.

It is sharpened on the grindstone of the Shabad.

It is placed in the scabbard of virtue.

If the Shaykh is killed with that,

then the blood of greed will spill out.

One who is slaughtered in this ritualistic way, will be attached to the Lord.

O Nanak, at the Lord's door, he is absorbed into His Blessed Vision. ||2||

First Mehl:

A beautiful dagger hangs by your waist, and you ride such a beautiful horse.

But don't be too proud; O Nanak, you may fall head first to the ground. ||3||

Pauree:

They alone walk as Gurmukh, who receive the Shabad in the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation.

Meditating on the True Lord, they become truthful; they carry in their robes the supplies of the Lord's wealth.

The devotees look beautiful, singing the Praises of the Lord; following the Guru's Teachings, they become stable and unchanging.

They enshrine the jewel of contemplation within their minds, and the most sublime Word of the Guru's Shabad.

He Himself unites in His Union; He Himself grants glorious greatness. ||19||