Poem By Guru Nanak Ji
My body is a field. My mind is the ploughman.
Righteousness is the cultivation.
Modesty is water for irrigation.
I have sown the field with the seed of the sacred Name of the Lord.
Contentment is my field's harrow.
Humility is its hedge.
The seeds will germinate into a good crop with love and devotion.
Fortunate is the house in which such a crop is brought!
O sir, mammon (wealth) will not accompany us to the next world.
It has infatuated the whole world, but there are few who understand its delusive nature.
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