mÚ 1 ]

aucwrx mh`lw pihlw

ma 1 ||

First Mehl:

Bwr ATwrh myvw hovY gruVw hoie suAwau ]

bhaar athaareh maevaa hovai garurraa hoe suaao ||

If all the eighteen loads of vegetation became fruits,

cMdu sUrju duie iPrdy rKIAih inhclu hovY Qwau ]

chandh sooraj dhue firadhae rakheeahi nihachal hovai thhaao ||

And the growing grass became sweet rice; if I were able to stop the sun and the moon in their orbits and hold them perfectly steady

BI qUµhY swlwhxw AwKx lhY n cwau ]2]

bhee thoonhai saalaahanaa aakhan lehai n chaao ||2||

-even then, I would worship and adore You, and my longing to chant Your Praises would not decrease. ||2||