O Sadhus, this mind there is no controlling

O Sadhus, this mind there is no controlling.
The wavering desires dwell with it: wherefore there is no steadfastness.

Harsh anger is lodged within the heart: so all understanding is forgotten.
Every gem of wisdom it has plundered: therefore none can overcome it.

The ascetics failed for all their efforts: the wise continued to sing praises.
But, O Nanak, when Hari proved merciful, then all was every way made perfect.
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