A crude hut is sublime and beautiful
of the lord praises that are sung within every word
chanting your name is a painkiller to all my pain, doubts, insecurities
oh lord, your grace has given me the strength to face all the challenges thrown by this cruel world
Whenever i kneel down towards the GURU GRANTH SAHIB
My soul shivers under his protection
Everything unfolds naturally under his kirtan
At its own pace
One may water the plant endlessly
But the fruit is born under its own season
As fragrance abides in the flower
As the reflection on the transparent mirror
So does my lord abides within my soul
the command of almighty telling me not to be afraid of my past
having Waheguru Ji granting me a body is the greatest threat to my own being
Due to the late denial of inflicting pain on the beautiful god made piece
My lord had created me with all his grace and magic
Making sure each and every part was placed with the correct proportion
The body encloses in the mind of a fortress
before long the mind is besieged on all sides
My hands tremble as i hold them together in a praying pose
knowing each and every time his prayers is portrait out loud on the speaker
made by mankind
I dwell in his embrace as i seek for his protection and love
My eyes well up in tears as i can't see my beautiful lord before me
Please give me your hand and save me that my on fear may not afflict me
There is only one god
His name is true
Without fear, without hate
Realized through from his grace, as the world meditates on his name.
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