A thousand hands to plunge into the soil
Cull a million pounds away
One blessed sarovar
A jutting pier
Ten thousand kiln dried bricks
100 tons of marble
18 gates
Three sculpted stories
A trillion drops of water
Breathing, with a hundred thousand fish
A temple rising from the centre
Of the pool of immortality
Resting, on Amrit
Nine tons of gold
A single bridge to reach the holy place
Four entrance ways
One ornate palki shades
The Guru Granth Sahib
One thousand, four hundred, thirty sheets of parchment
A plenitude of voices rise inside
Parshad to fill 100 bowlsTen thousand souls at langar
Redouble reverence
Magellan circumnavigates the globe
Ten Gurus bless a holy shrine
Four doors to face four cardinal directions
A bird, a breeze may venture there
But any woman, man or child
Any station, any caste, 100 different faiths
Descend the marble stairs
To the temple on the pool
Magellan sails to grasp the world
The Guru walks a million steps
And builds one shrine with many doors
To welcome you