Khalsa Mero Roop Hai Khaas

Beyond the walls of all attachments. 

Beyond the sounds of all revelries. 

Beyond the glamor of all beauty. 

Beyond the traces of all contours. 

Beyond the awareness of all actions. 

Beyond the barriers of all pretense.

Beyond the fear of all conquests. 

Beyond the vastness of all vocabulary. 

Khalsa Mero Roop Hai Khaas

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Thy August Gift

As I smoothen 

the wrinkles and creases

of voile, 

draping, flattening the fabric 

and setting elegant pleats,

Thy glorious hymns

playing in background,

a strange feeling 

courses through my veins.

A few finishing touches

and I step out,

regal and radiant. 

Outside, I may be deprived. 

But such is Thy grace, 

magnanimous Thy blessings, 

that I am royalty within. 

Thy august gift, a divine crown,

I wear it proudly. 

Daily.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha