The filth of countless incarnations sticks to this mind; it has become pitch black The oily rag cannot be cleaned by merely washing it, even if it is washed a hundred times By Guru’s Grace, one remains dead while yet alive; his intellect is transformed, and he becomes detached from the world O Nanak, no filth sticks to him, and he does not fall into the womb again





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