Kneeling low, my anchorite soul is shedding the tears of love The drizzle of true 'Naam' is blessing everyone Guru Nanak is the greatest of all With His holy 'Shabad' He sparked a sudden longing Guru Nanak is the greatest of all With His holy 'Shabad' He sparked a sudden longing In this scorching world, my heart aches for shade Just as a baby finds solace in her mother's lap For what purpose we have taken birth in this world? Puzzled, we came to your doorsteps in search of a right direction Light a candle of peace in these times of unrest Our life has been carrying loads of dark Kneeling low, my anchorite soul is shedding the tears of love The drizzle of true 'Naam' is blessing everyone How to accept the phenomenon of death? How to fathom the profound interiority of breath? From which end to hold this abstract and delicate thread of existence? Please unveil the mystery of this melody That rings unendingly in our ears? Is this a miracle or some inherent reality? Or the consciousness is realising its core? Kneeling low, my anchorite soul is shedding the tears of love The drizzle of true 'Naam' is blessing everyone My mind has come to a halt and the bodily aspect is diminishing Something extrasensory is happening by meditating You Your Naam opened up new dimensions Your Grace wakes up the loved ones While the whole world indulges in sleep Kneeling low, my anchorite soul is shedding the tears of love The drizzle of true 'Naam' is blessing everyone Guru Nanak is the greatest of all With His holy 'Shabad' He sparked a sudden longing Guru Nanak is the greatest of all With His holy 'Shabad' He sparked a sudden longing