This worldy ocean drowns Me,
When I'm overboard away from My Guru,
By Thy Mercy and grace alone I can get through,
O Allah,
Thy Love and Pain is realities beatitude,
O when I'm in a whirlpool,
when it seems there's no one to grab on too,
Through Thy will, Through you, I'm too bask in sadness maybe for a day or two,
Pain is slow when it visits and happiness just isn't wisely appreciated,
O Myself I'm ashamed,
Surely Death doesn't revitalize,
Nor does it regurgitate,
Maya's keeping Me away,
O the graceful creation of Waheguru,
Guide Me and teach Me so I don't despise what You do.
O the one who destroys,
Destroyer Lord,
Bestow Thy destruction right away,
So I can have a visual of the Lord who transcends illusion,
O I face in many directions as if My heads an antenna,
Looking for a vision of You O Guru,
Make Me feel certain and not feel doubt,
When I have no solid proof of You in My hands,
Forgive Me for My foolish mistake,
Thinking the destroyer of the sinners,
Doesn't exist today,
It is You who makes the world turn,
The inspirer of the Amrit that churns,
Revealer of the Holy Prophet's words,
Azeal pats at Your command,
O Allah Waheguru,
Destroyer,
Who erodes ego,
and kills all both saints and sinners,
Thou more destructive than the simplistic Durga,
Truly Thou kills all evil,
Thy is always the winner.
