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"The True Lord, the Formless One, is Himself in His Own Place. I have heard, over and over again, and so I tell the tale; as it pleases You, Lord, pleases instill within me the yearning for You." You are the One True Lord and Master of all the other beings, of so many worlds. Nanak seeks the company of the lowest of the low class, the very lowest of the low. In that place where the lowly are cared for- there, the Blessings of Your Glance of Grace rain down. O my Creator! O Baba, speak only that which will bring you honor. Those words are acceptable, which, when spoken, bring honor. Harsh words bring only grief.
