The Final Word

Soul, Seek his Shelter

O my Soul! meditate on him
  who is the over Lord of kings and emperors.

My mind! Repose hope, in him alone, in whom all have confidence.
Shed all your clevernesses and take to the feet of the Guru.
My Soul! With ease and calmness dwell upon God’s Nam.
Through the eight watches of the day, meditate upon the Lord
  and ever sing the praises of the world illuminator.

Seek his shelter, O my Soul! Whom none equals in greatness.
By remembering whom great peace is obtained
  and pain and distress absolutely touch man not.

Ever and for ever more perform the service of that true Lord Master.
In the company of Saints, the mortal becomes pure
  and the noose of death is cut.

Make supplication before him who is the bestower of bliss
  and the destroyer of dread.

He, to whom the merciful Master shows his mercy,
  has his affairs adjusted forthwith.

The Lord is spoken of as the greatest of the great
  and his seat the highest of the high.

God is without colour and mark. I cannot appraise his worth.
Have mercy on Nanak, O Lord! And bless him with your true Nam.
_{Guru Arjan Dev Ji, Adi Granth}