When the tyrants enter the battle field you create a Tsunami
Through your grace you created Gods Army
Your name sounds like sweet Banee
In Kaljug you created harmony
Guru Gobind SIngh, you can turn the winter into spring
Guru Gobind Singh, you exist in everything
True King, the angels praise your name and sing
Through your grace they come back and receive the immortal drink
You bring tranquility in the midst of an angry mob
when people forget you they begin to sob
you provide for all even to the "Atheist Dog"
There is no difference between you and God
ਸਤਿਗੁਰਬਚਨਕਮਾਵਣੇਸਚਾਏਹੁਵੀਚਾਰੁ॥