Everlasting Peace

Make chastity your furnace, patience your smithy, the Master’s Word your anvil, and True Knowledge your hammer. Make awe of God your bellows and with it kindle the fire of austerity, and in the crucible of Love, melt the nectar Divine, only in such a mint, can man be cast into the Word. But they alone who are favoured by Him, can take unto this Path, oh Nanak, on whom He looks with Grace, He fills with Everlasting Peace.

Air is the Master, Water the Father, and the Earth the mother, Day and night are the two nurses in whose lap the whole world is at play. Our actions: good and evil, will be brought before His court, and by our own deeds, shall we move higher or be cast into the depths. Those Who have communed with the Word, Their toils shall end, and Their faces shall flame with Glory, not only shall They have salvation, oh Nanak, but many more shall find freedom with Them.

Jap Ji¹

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Footnote: 1) ‘Stanza XXXVIII’ and ‘Finale.’