aUc Bvn knkwmnI isKir Djw Phrwie ]

aucwrx Djw: polw bolo

ooch bhavan kanakaamanee sikhar dhhajaa feharaae ||

The banners wave above the lofty mansions, filled with gold and beautiful women.

qw qy BlI mDUkrI sµqsµig gun gwie ]150]

aucwrx mDU`krI

thaa thae bhalee madhhookaree santhasang gun gaae ||150||

But better than these is dry bread, if one sings the Glorious Praises of the Lord in the Society of the Saints. ||150||