Put everything in the bag, Satguru

* Put everything in the bag, Satguru *

The fort of seed develops from the ground and swells till the crop is ready till this nirankar has taken responsibility for all kinds of maintenance, when the element is required, this nirankar will fulfill all its needs. is. Small creatures in the stone are enjoying their share, having fun, staying aloof. How can I be told that it has given me so much that the soul has become satisfied.

* Even the ant's leg echoes, even the Sahib listens. *

And now the situation is such that:

* Wanted worried Miti, Manwa nonchalant. One who does not need anything, soi shahanshah. *

He often recites the hymn to Saint Saint:

* Your look is a harpful giver, happiness brings happiness. *

* This is our tangenari, which does not take this happiness. *

* Tera ek ishke pakee, ban gaya alam saare ne. *

* Tera ek ishke paake, holidays jak de dhare ne. *

* You gave so much my giver, my bag became small. *

If you want to get wet in the rain and have an umbrella, how will the baris be enjoyed.

Ardas also continues to saint:

* Rain donor happiness rain, courtyard courtyard pleasure rain. *

* Chun chun thorns of hate, love feeding flowers of peace. *

* Fill everyone with happiness, there will be no shortage….

* Jhola santi di bharo sukhaan de naal .... *

* Wrinkles are full ...

* Your look is Savalli Howe, Sukha de dere. *

Everything is possible only with the grace of Nirankar Datar. Those who are Gursikhs too have got everything and those who are atheists and never shy away from showing their eyes to Nirankar, have also given them a lot of mercy. It is only in me that we not only have our holes in the bag but it is torn where Rahmat is not able to stop. You are conducting every action or process of life properly. I do not remember your blessings, your feeling is far away. This is why the stuffed bag also looks empty.

This is the prayer that the Sumati should be granted, so that every breath, every breath should be spent in your remembrance and relief.

Dry teeth

दास At the holy feet of your Holiness, the slave has a lot of love and wealth.