I am helpless and a destitute, You O my beloved
are my Master. As it pleases You, so do protect me. I have no wisdom or
cleverness; what face should I put on to please You? I am not clever,
skillful or wise; I am worthless, without any virtue at all. I have no beauty
or pleasing smell, no beautiful eyes. As it pleases You, please preserve me,
O Lord. His victory is celebrated by all; how can I know the state of the
Lord of Mercy? Prays Nanak, I am the servant of Your servants; as it pleases
You, please preserve me.