I. 

Strike the sounding drum of the Guru, Wielder of wisdom's sword; 
Spread the white canopy over the Guru, Who mounts the charger of heaven; 
Enter and take to you armour of ashes, fragrant, divine; 
Possess we the heavenly fortress, where hosts of illusion come not ! (4)

II, 

Servants of His,- march on in the van; ye Devout ones,- move on the flanks; 
Ye Sages of power illustrious,- come fill up the swelling ranks; 
Ye Mystics of strength unfailing,- advance and close up the rear: 
We shall rule the heavenly land, no hosts of evil for ever to fear ! (8)