Good is the month of Asaru, when the sun blazes in the sky. The earth suffers sorrow and is parched and heated like fire. The heat dries up moisture and men die in anxiety. Even then the sun wearies not in his task. The sun’s chariot moves on, the wife looks for the shade and the grass-hoppers chirp in the forest. She, who departs, tying the bundle of sins, suffers hereafter and she, who remembers the True Lord, obtains peace. Nãnak, my death and life are with the
Lord, to whom I have surrendered this soul of mine.