My arms have become weak,
I feel like I always want to sleep.
Blood not flowing,
Hairs stopped growing.
Once it was black,
Now only grey or white,
My bodies lost the strength,
No more might.
The door to death has opened wide,
I am shocked to have to find,
That there is nowhere left to hide,
No place which I can now call mine.
What I once saw as a castle, my home,
When I used to sit on the thrown,
I once called it all my own,
I now findd myself all alone,
Everything else is in a distant zone. 
ਸਤਿਗੁਰਬਚਨਕਮਾਵਣੇਸਚਾਏਹੁਵੀਚਾਰੁ॥