Granth Sahib Quotations | Page 5

Day after day, He cares for His beings; the Great Giver watches over all.

Do not involve yourself in idle business on the way; remember that you are only a guest here.

The nights are wasted sleeping, and the days are wasted eating.

You taste the weak, insipid wine, and you have gone insane,so chant his name

Eat some, and save the rest, if you are destined to return to the world again

Everyone makes mistakes; only the Guru and the Creator are infallible.

Everyone says that God is the Greatest of the Great. No one calls Him any less. No one can estimate His Worth. By speaking of Him, His Greatness is not increased. You are the One True Lord and Master of all the other beings, of so many worlds.

Everyone belongs to the One who rules the Universe.

The Boat of the True Guru is the Name of the Lord. How can we climb on board? One who walks in harmony with the True Guru's Will comes to sit in this Boat. Blessed, blessed are those very fortunate ones, O Nanak, who are united with the Lord through the True Guru.

The birds have no money in their pockets. They place their hopes on trees and water. He alone is the Giver. You alone, Lord, You alone.

The blind and the false have died in their endless wanderings.

That is the essence of the scriptures, and that is a good omen, by which one comes to chant the Name of the Lord.

Tasting good and bad, you eat nectar and then poison, and then the five passions appear and torture you.

Take the Provisions of the Lord's Name with you, and no stain shall attach itself to your family.

The watchman oversees the field of another, but the field belongs to his master, while he must get up and depart. He works so hard, and suffers for that field, but still, nothing comes into his hands.

The Vedas speak and expound on the Lord, but they do not know His limits.

They walk on the Lord's Path, and inspire others to walk on the Lord's Path as well. Bathing in a pool of holy water, they are washed clean of filth. But, by bathing in a stagnant pond, they are contaminated with even more filth.

They hear the Truth, and speak it with their mouths.

After their death, where will they be sent? The sixty-eight sacred shrines of pilgrimage give them no place of protection, and no Brahmin will eat their food. They remain polluted forever, day and night; they do not apply the ceremonial tilak mark to their foreheads. They sit together in silence, as if in mourning; they do not go to the Lord's Court.

After wandering through many other homes and houses, I have returned to my own home, and I have found what I was longing for.

Evil does not well up within me, since I am saved, and dedicated to truthful actions.

The Messenger of Death seizes and holds her, and does not tell anyone his secret. And her loved ones - in an instant, they move on, leaving her all alone. She wrings her hands, her body writhes in pain, and she turns from black to white.

The Messenger of Death imposes his tax on those who are attached to duality.

The mind obtains bliss and eternal peace, meeting with the Deep and Profound Lord.

The intellect is a bird; on account of its actions, it is sometimes high, and sometimes low.

The counterfeit coins are not put into the Treasury; they do not obtain the Blessed Vision of the Lord-Guru.

In egotism, all must account for their actions. In this accounting, there is no peace.

In intuitive balance, love is balanced and detached. In the state of intuitive balance, peace and tranquility are produced. Without intuitive balance, life is useless.

In deep humility, I fall at the Feet of the Perfect True Guru. The Guru is the Honor of the dishonored. The Guru, the True Guru, brings approval and applause.

In love with duality, they waste away their lives in vain. They drown themselves, and drown their entire family; speaking lies, they eat poison.

In all the world, the most blessed and sanctified are those who remain absorbed in Truth.

If one finds a True Guru, the Lord is met with intuitive ease.

If I was slashed and cut into pieces, over and over again, and put into the mill and ground into flour, burnt by fire and mixed with ashes - even then, I could not estimate Your Value. How can I describe the Greatness of Your Name?

If Nanak could be the dust of their feet, then he, the ignorant one, might also obtain some. Who is our mother, and who is our father? Where did we come from? We are formed from the fire of the womb within, and the bubble of water of the sperm. For what purpose are we created?

If I were to place the earth upon a scale and balance it with a single copper coin; and if I were to become so great that I could not be contained, and if I were to control and lead all; and if I were to possess so much power within my mind that I could cause others to do my bidding - so what?

I have not found any other as Great as You. You pervade the continents, the worlds and the nether regions.

I have not appreciated what You have done for me, Lord; I take from others and exploit them. What face shall I show You, Lord?

I have none other than You, O Lord. In the Guru's Sanctuary, the Lord is found, O my merchant friend; by great good fortune, He is obtained.

If people could gather it in by their own efforts, then everyone would be so lucky.

In the entire village, there is only One King; all places are sacred.

In the hidden and in the obvious, He is pervading all places. Our light merges into the Light.

In the home of their own beings, they are peacefully and comfortably at ease. They are blissful, enjoying pleasures, and eternally joyful. They are wealthy, and the greatest kings; they center their minds on the Guru's Feet.

In so many incarnations, you were a worm and an insect; in so many incarnations, you were an elephant, a fish and a deer. In so many incarnations, you were a bird and a snake. In so many incarnations, you were yoked as an ox and a horse.

In one way, the fickle fish of the mind will be held steady; the swan-soul shall not fly away, and the body-wall will not crumble

I have quit searching outside; the Guru has shown me that God is within the home of my own hear.

I have searched and searched, seeking the Blessed Vision of His Darshan. I travelled through all sorts of woods and forests.

In the third watch, both hunger and thirst bark for attention, and food is put into the mouth. That which is eaten becomes dust, but they are still attached to eating. In the fourth watch, they become drowsy. They close their eyes and begin to dream. Rising up again, they engage in conflicts; they set the stage as if they will live for 100 years. If at all times, at each and every moment, they live in the fear of God - O Nanak, the Lord dwells within their minds, and their cleansing bath is true.

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

In the midst of children, spouse and relations, some still remain detached; they are pleasing to Your Will. Inwardly and outwardly, they are pure, and they are absorbed in the True Name.

In the cave of intuitive wisdom I sit, absorbed in the silent trance of the Primal Void. I have obtained my seat in the heavens.

If You summon me into the Mansion of Your Presence, I will ask You, how I can become one with You.

If You wish to drink, then I shall get water for You; and wash Your feet, and continue to chant Your Name.

His efforts has made load of my karma been removed, and I am now free of karma.

By true actions, the True Lord is met, and the Guru's Teachings are found. Then, they are not subject to birth and death; they do not come and go in reincarnation. O Nanak, they are respected at the Lord's Gate; they are robed in honor in the Court of the Lord.

Call everyone exalted; no one seems lowly. The One Lord has fashioned the vessels, and His One Light pervades the three worlds. Receiving His Grace, we obtain Truth. No one can erase His Primal Blessing.

By the karma of good actions, some come to serve the Perfect Guru.

By the good fortune of good deeds done in the past, you have come, and now you perform actions to determine your future.

Be happy, dear beloved, as long as your youth is fresh and delightful. But your days are few - you have grown weary, and now your body has grown old.

How can the Lord be obtained, O Saints? Seeing Him, my life is sustained.

How can one cross over the difficult world-ocean?

How can I protect my hearth and home, O my mind? They are beating and plundering me over and over again; unto whom can I complain?

Becoming truthful, we merge with the True One; remaining blended with Him, we shall never be separated again.

Becoming Merciful, my Lord and Master has ended my comings and goings in reincarnation. Meeting with the Guru, Nanak has recognized the Supreme Lord God.

By the actions we have committed, we are separated from You. Please show Your Mercy, and unite us with Yourself, Lord.

By speaking and hearing these Praises, they are not used up.

Gazing upon the Fruitful Vision of His Darshan, I have been saved. Blessed are the hours, the minutes and the seconds - blessed is that Union with Him.

Gazing upon children, spouse, household and possessions, one is entangled in maya.

If I was a bird, soaring and flying through hundreds of heavens, and if I was invisible, neither eating nor drinking anything - even so, I could not estimate Your Value.

If I did not commit any sins, O Infinite Lord, how would You have acquired the name, 'Redeemer of sinners'?

I chant the Name of the Creator Lord, night and day. He saves all His servants and devotees

How rare is that person who understands his own self.

I consulted my Guru, and now I see that there is no other place at all.

Come, O sisters - let's make virtue our charms. Let's join the Saints, and enjoy the pleasure of the Lord's Love.

Come, dear sisters - let us join together. I am a sacrifice to the one who tells me of my Beloved.

Come and meet me, O Life of the World, my Beloved. Please bless me with Your Mercy, and enshrine Your Name, Har, Har, within my mind.

I beg of all the Saints, please, give me the merchandise. I offer my prayers - I have forsaken my pride. I am a sacrifice, hundreds of thousands of times a sacrifice, and I pray, please, give me the dust of the feet of the Saints.

He bestowed the Blessing of His treasure of truth; only He Himself knows.

He alone meditates on the Lord of the World, whom the Lord has made His Own. He alone is a warrior, and he alone is the chosen one, upon whose forehead good destiny is recorded.

He alone is a Brahmin, who takes his cleansing bath in the spiritual wisdom of God, and whose leaf-offerings in worship are the Glorious Praises of the Lord

Granting His Grace, God unites them with Himself.

The life-night passes away, and in the end, one comes to regret and repent, and then depart with no hope at all.

The True Lord writes His Inscription on each and every head.

The True Lord, the Formless One, is Himself in His Own Place. I have heard, over and over again, and so I tell the tale; as it pleases You, Lord, please instill within me the yearning for You.

The True Lord has bestowed it, as it was pre-ordained.

The True Lord bestows the boat of the True Guru; meditating on the Lord,one is carried across

The True Guru saves us at both ends; he alone understands.

The True Guru is the Perfect Pool of Holy Water. Night and day, He meditates on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. He is saved, along with his family; bestowing the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, He saves the whole world.

The True Guru is my friend; He unites me with my all-wise, all-knowing Lord God

The True Guru has shown me my Husband Lord; He has placed His Hand upon my forehead.

The True Guru has implanted the Truth within me; I dwell steadfastly in Truth and self-restraint.

The True Guru has imparted the True Teachings.

The True Guru has bestowed His most pure and sacred Teachings. Chanting the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, Har, my mind is transfixed and enraptured.

The True Guru, becoming merciful, has fulfilled my desires. He has attached me to the hem of His robe, and I have obtained the nine treasures.

The Truest of the True is pervading everywhere; He instructs those with whom He is pleased.

The true ones find the gate of salvation. True is their paper, pen and ink; writing Truth, they are absorbed in the True One.

The True One does not die, and shall not go. He continually enjoys His happy soul-bride; He casts His Gracious Glance of Truth upon her, and she abides in His Will.

All have gathered to watch the wrestling match, and the Merciful Lord Himself is seated to behold it.

Air is the Guru, Water is the Father, and Earth is the Great Mother of all. Day and night are the two nurses, in whose lap all the world is at play.

The first watch of the night passes away in worthless affairs, and the second passes in deep sleep. In the third, they babble nonsense, and when the fourth watch comes, the day of death has arrived. The thought of the One who bestows body and soul never enters the mind.

The humble servant of the Lord loves to meditate on the Formless Lord.