lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare
nimakh vekh har naam de mera man tan shital hoye
jisko purab likhiya tin satgur charan gahe
tin satgur charan gahe
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare

sabhe thok praptae je aave ik hath
janam padarath safal hai je sacha shabad kath
gur te mahal praptae jis likhiya hove math
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare
mere man ekas seu chit laye
ekas bin sab dhand hai, sab mithia moh maaye
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare

safal murat safla ghadi jit sache naal piyaar
dukh santaap na lagai jis har ka naam adhaar
baahan pakad gur kaadiya soi utriya paar
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare

thaan suhava pavit hai jithe sant sabha
tohi tis hee nu mile jin pura guru labha
nanak badda karat ho jithe mirat na janam jarha
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare
lakh khushiya paatshahiya je satgur nadar kare

A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze,
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze,
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze.
In a moment's glimpse, the Name's grace, my heart, my body find solace,
Whom the past decrees, they grasp the Guru's feet,
They grasp the Guru's feet.
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze.

All blessings descend, if one hand receives,
A life's treasure blooms, if Truth's word believes,
Through the Guru, the palace is gained, where destiny weaves,
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze.
My heart, in one focus, finds its way,
Without the One, all is distraction, all is Maya's sway,
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze,
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze.

Fruitful is the image, fruitful the hour, where Love meets Truth's embrace,
Sorrow and pain cannot touch, where God's Name finds its space,
The Guru's hand guides us, to the other shore's grace,
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze,
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze.

Sacred is the space, where saints convene,
You merge with the One, when the perfect Guru is seen,
Nanak proclaims the greatness, where death and birth convene,
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze,
A myriad of joys, a king's own realm, if the True Guru casts his gaze.