in the fire of the human heart.
The heart's long bowed and sleeping head,
Turns up it's glance to the One that made him/her,
Much like the flowering and blossoming of the bud in the Spring...
Turning it's face to the Sun.
Guru's Word, Guru's Name, Guru's formless Form,
Seated within the heart,
Adoring the formless Sovereign "above".
To be the slave of the servants of this one,
Craving the very dust of their feet...
Thoroughly dyed in the madder of the Naam,
The Name of the Sovereign
Baba Nanak Dev Ji, say it the best:
Working over the forge of self-control,The gold-smith of patience pounds the hammer ofWisdom upon the anvil of deep understanding.With the bellows of awe and reverence,He fans the flames of his body's inner heat.In the crucible of love, he melts the golden nectarAnd mints the True Coin of the Word.This is the labor of those who've been blessed.O Nanak! The Giver of blessingsHas made them truly happy!
Siri Guru Nanak Dev Ji