Where You are, Almighty Lord,

there is no one else. 
There, in the fire of the mother's womb,

You protected us. 
Hearing Your Name, the Messenger of Death runs away. 

The terrifying, treacherous, impassible world ocean is crossed over, through the Guru's word (Shabad).

Those who feel thirst for you, take in your ambrosial nectar.
This is the only act of goodness in this Dark Age of Kali Yuga, to sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord of the Universe. 
He is Merciful to all; He sustains us with each and every breath. 
Those who come to You with love and faith are never turned away empty-handed.