Poetry is hard to translate while being literal. Sometimes creating a new poem that captures the spirit of the original words is a better way to convey the message:

A poem based on the Mool Mantar

In the hush before the morning light,
A whisper stirs the soul’s deep flight.
A sacred truth, both fierce and fair—
One breath, one flame, one everywhere.

Ik Onkar — the primal sound,
One timeless truth where all is bound.
Not many gods in fractured skies,
But one that sees through every eye.

Sat Naam — O Name so true,
The heart repeats, the mind turns blue.
A truth that flickers in the breeze,
In stone, in star, in swaying trees.

Kartaa Purakh — Creator vast,
Who weaves the future, holds the past.
A hand unseen, yet always near,
In every joy and every tear.

Nirbhau, beyond all mortal dread,
Where even silence dares to tread.
No fear can touch this endless light,
No shadow dims its boundless might.

Nirvair, without a trace of hate,
No vengeance sits at heaven’s gate.
All creatures bask beneath its gaze—
The thief, the saint, alike it sways.

Akaal Moorat — Formless flame,
No age, no end, no earthly name.
Unshaped by death, untouched by time,
A rhythm in the void’s own rhyme.

Ajooni, born of no one’s womb,
No cradle, pyre, no earthly tomb.
Not tied to flesh, nor time’s decay,
It simply is, in its own way.

Saibhang, self-born, self-lit, divine,
No sculptor shaped this grand design.
It shines because it always shone—
A sun that dawns before the dawn.

Gur Prasaad, through Guru’s grace,
The soul finds home, the heart its place.
Not earned by wealth or clever mind,
But given freely, pure, and kind.

So pause and breathe this ancient sound,
Where sky and soul and truth are bound.
A mantra sung in love and light,
To guide the dark, to crown the night.

O seeker, in these lines you’ll see—
The path to love, the way to be.
Not just to chant, but live egch part:
Let Oneness echo in your heart.