God, the Primal Being, the great Provider is free of revenge and hate. I am a sinner; You are my Forgiver. The sinner, who finds no protection anywhere, becomes immaculate and pure if he comes to seek Your sanctuary. I have found peace by pleasing the true Guru. I have obtained all fruits and rewards embracing the Guru in my heart. I humbly bow to the Supreme Lord, the true Guru. The entire world, my mind, and my body are Yours. I come to see You when the veil of illusion is removed. You are my Lord and Master; You are the King of all. When it pleases Him, even dry wood becomes green. When it pleases Him, rivers flow across the desert sands. When it pleases Him, all fruits and rewards are obtained. Grasping hold of the Guru's feet, my anxiety is dispelled. I am unworthy and ungrateful, but He has been merciful to me. My mind and body have been soothed; the Ambrosial Nectar rains down in my mind. The Supreme Lord has become kind and compassionate to me. Servant Nanak while enraptured beholds the Lord (Guru Granth Sahib Ji, 1141).
O mortal, what will your condition be? In this world, you have not listened to the Name of God. You are totally engrossed in corruption and sin; you have not turned your mind away from it at all. You obtained this human life,
but you did not remembered the Lord, even for an second. For the sake of pleasure, you have become subservient to your woman, and now your feet are bound. Servant Nanak proclaims that the vast expanse of this world is just a dream. Why not meditate on the Lord? Even maya is His slave (Guru Granth Sahib Ji, 1352).
I am overflowing with sins and demerits; I have no merits or virtues at all. I abandoned the Ambrosial Nectar and drank poison instead. I am attached to maya, and deluded by doubt; I have become attached with my children and spouse. I have heard that the most exalted path of all is the Sangat, the Guru's congregation. Joining it, the fear of death is taken away. Keerat, the poet offers this one prayer: O #Guru Raam Das#, save me! Take me into Your Sanctuary! (Guru Granth Sahib Ji, 1406).
The soul of the man is lured by gold and women; emotional attachment to maya is so sweet to him. The mind has become attached to the pleasures of houses, palaces, horses and other enjoyments. The Lord does not even enter his thoughts; how can he be saved? O my Lord, these are my lowly actions. O Lord, Treasure of virtue, Merciful Lord: please bless me with Your Grace and forgive me of all my mistakes. I have no good looks, no social status, and no manners. With what face am I to speak? I have no virtue at all; I have not chanted Your Name. I am a sinner, and can only be saved by the company of the Guru. This is the generous blessing of the true Guru. To all beings, He gave souls, bodies, mouths, noses and water to drink. He gave them corn to eat, clothes to wear, and other pleasures to enjoy. But they do not remember the One who gave them all this. The animals think that they made themselves! You made them all; You are all-pervading. You are the Inner-knower, the Searcher of hearts. What can these wretched creatures do? This whole game is Yours, O Lord (Guru Granth Sahib Ji, 167).
O my Lord, I am a sinner; I have come to Your Sanctuary, O Lord. My intellect is worthless; I am filthy and polluted.
Please shower me with Your Mercy sometime. My demerits are numerous.
I have sinned so many times, they cannot be counted. You, Lord, are the Merciful Treasure of virtue. When it pleases You, Lord, please forgive me (Guru Granth Sahib Ji, 167).
I am a sinner, saved only by the company of the Guru. He has bestowed the Teachings of the Lord's Name, which saves me. What glorious virtues of yours can I describe, O my true Guru? When the Guru speaks, I am transfixed with wonder. Can anyone else save a sinner like me? The true Guru has protected and saved me. O Guru, you are my father. O Guru, you are my mother. O Guru, you are my relative, companion and friend. My condition, O my true Guru, is known only to you. I was rolling around in the dirt, and no one cared for me at all. In the company of the Guru, I, the lowly, have been raised up and exalted. Blessed is the Guru of servant Nanak; meeting Him, all my sorrows and troubles have come to an end (Guru Granth Sahib Ji, 167).
Countless are fools, blinded by ignorance. Countless are thieves and embezzlers. Countless impose their will by force. Countless cut-throats and are ruthless killers. Countless are sinners who keep on sinning. Countless are liars, wandering lost in their lies. Countless are wretches, eating filth as their ration (Guru Granth Sahib Ji, 4).
You commit innumerable sins because of your desires and longing for Maya. Your body will become a pile of dust; death will eventually conquer you. Abandoning your wealth and youth, you will have to leave without any food or clothing. Nanak says, only your actions shall go with you; your actions cannot be erased (Guru Granth Sahib Ji, 459).