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1Sin is a stone which does not float.

2So let the Fear of God be the boat to carry your soul across.

3Says Nanak, rare are those who are blessed with this Boat. ||4||2||

4Maaroo, First Mehla, First House:

5Actions are the paper, and the mind is the ink; good and bad are both recorded upon it.

6As their past actions drive them, so are mortals driven. There is no end to Your Glorious Virtues, Lord. ||1||

7Why do you not keep Him in your consciousness, you mad man?

8Forgetting the Lord, your own virtues shall rot away. ||1||Pause||

9The night is a net, and the day is a net; there are as many traps as there are moments.

10With relish and delight, you continually bite at the bait; you are trapped, you fool - how will you ever escape? ||2||

11The body is a furnace, and the mind is the iron within it; the five fires are heating it.

12Sin is the charcoal placed upon it, which burns the mind; the tongs are anxiety and worry. ||3||

13What was turned to slag is again transformed into gold, if one meets with the Guru.

14He blesses the mortal with the Ambrosial Name of the One Lord, and then, O Nanak, the body is held steady. ||4||3||

15Maaroo, First Mehla:

16In the pure, immaculate waters, both the lotus and the slimy scum are found.

17The lotus flower is with the scum and the water, but it remains untouched by any pollution. ||1||

18You frog, you will never understand.

19You eat the dirt, while you dwell in the immaculate waters. You know nothing of the ambrosial nectar there. ||1||Pause||

20You dwell continually in the water; the bumble bee does not dwell there, but it is intoxicated with its fragrance from afar.

21Intuitively sensing the moon in the distance, the lotus bows its head. ||2||

22The realms of nectar are irrigated with milk and honey; you think you are clever to live in the water.

23You can never escape your own inner tendencies, like the love of the flea for blood. ||3||

24The fool may live with the Pandit, the religious scholar, and listen to the Vedas and the Shaastras.

25You can never escape your own inner tendencies, like the crooked tail of the dog. ||4||

26Some are hypocrites; they do not merge with the Naam, the Name of the Lord. Some are absorbed in the Feet of the Lord, Har, Har.

27The mortals obtain what they are predestined to receive; O Nanak, with your tongue, chant the Naam. ||5||4||

28Maaroo, First Mehla,

29Shalok:

30Countless sinners are sanctified, attaching their minds to the Feet of the Lord.

31The merits of the sixty-eight places of pilgrimage are found in God's Name, O Nanak, when such destiny is inscribed upon one's forehead. ||1||

32Shabad:

33O friends and companions, so puffed up with pride,

34listen to this one joyous story of your Husband Lord. ||1||

35Who can I tell about my pain, O my mother?

36Without the Lord, my soul cannot survive; how can I comfort it, O my mother? ||1||Pause||

37I am a dejected, discarded bride, totally miserable.

38I have lost my youth; I regret and repent. ||2||

39You are my wise Lord and Master, above my head.

40I serve You as Your humble slave. ||3||

41Nanak humbly prays, this is my only concern:

42without the Blessed Vision of my Beloved, how can I enjoy Him? ||4||5||