main baitha jogi jiya main baitha dhyan kara
mitti ch nishaan pairande aande sab teri aur
janda koi aitho nahi chaavan tera gor
nanak bola ik omkara
main bola tera naam rabba o rabba

door nachda mor vekho chikha mare jor diya
o bulaanada o barsata nu ke apne meet nu
o dil fuka dhyan fuka man kamla mainu dasse
nanak bola ik omkara
main bola tera naam rabba o rabba ve

ghar main chhadiya pind main chhadiya
chhdiya hun main jag sara
hun main uth aaya tere kol
pyar naal tu hath badhaya
man ranjha preet preet vich jogi hoya
ki jane kedi heer lai jog lya
o rabba o rabba ve

I, a mendicant, sat, breathing the stillness,
Tracing the dust, where your footprints softly fell.
All are drawn to you, yet none truly leave,
All yearn for your light, your holy embrace.
Nanak spoke: One Omkara, the first sound,
And I echoed: Your name, Lord, oh my Lord, profound.

Far off, a peacock dances, cries with all its might,
Calling the rain, imploring its beloved friend.
My heart ablaze, my focus burned away,
My restless mind whispers to me now.
Nanak spoke: One Omkara, the first sound,
And I echoed: Your name, Lord, oh my Lord, profound.

I forsook my home, my village, all the world,
Now I rise, reaching towards your grace.
With love, you extended your hand to me.
My mind, a lover consumed, a wandering ascetic,
Lost to your love, Raanjha, seeking the Heer,
What sorrow is this, that drew me to you.
Oh, Lord, oh my Lord.