Save Hari only, none is thy helper
No one has mother, father, son or wife: no one is another's brother.
Wealth and land and all possessions, which thou callest thine,
Of these when the soul quits the body none go with thee: why cling to them?
The Merciful is every ready to banish pain: yet for him no love thou cherishest.
Nanak says, This world is all illusion, a vision of the night.