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Raag Maajh, Chau-Padas, First House, Fourth Mehl: One Universal Creator God. The Name Is Truth. Creative Being Personified. No Fear. No Hatred. Image Of The Undying, Beyond Birth, Self-Existent. By Guru's Grace: The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is pleasing to my mind. By great good fortune, I meditate on the Lord's Name. The Perfect Guru has attained spiritual perfection in the Name of the Lord. How rare are those who follow the Guru's Teachings. ||1||
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I have loaded my pack with the provisions of the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. The Companion of my breath of life shall always be with me. The Perfect Guru has implanted the Lord's Name within me. I have the Imperishable Treasure of the Lord in my lap. ||2||
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The Lord, Har, Har, is my Best Friend; He is my Beloved Lord King. If only someone would come and introduce me to Him, the Rejuvenator of my breath of life. I cannot survive without seeing my Beloved. My eyes are welling up with tears. ||3||
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My Friend, the True Guru, has been my Best Friend since I was very young. I cannot survive without seeing Him, O my mother! O Dear Lord, please show Mercy to me, that I may meet the Guru. Servant Nanak gathers the Wealth of the Lord's Name in his lap. ||4||1||
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Maajh, Fourth Mehl: The Lord is my mind, body and breath of life. I do not know any other than the Lord. If only I could have the good fortune to meet some friendly Saint; he might show me the Way to my Beloved Lord God. ||1||
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I have searched my mind and body, through and through. How can I meet my Darling Beloved, O my mother? Joining the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation, I ask about the Path to God. In that Congregation, the Lord God abides. ||2||
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My Darling Beloved True Guru is my Protector. I am a helpless child-please cherish me. The Guru, the Perfect True Guru, is my Mother and Father. Obtaining the Water of the Guru, the lotus of my heart blossoms forth. ||3||
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Without seeing my Guru, sleep does not come. My mind and body are afflicted with the pain of separation from the Guru. O Lord, Har, Har, show mercy to me, that I may meet my Guru. Meeting the Guru, servant Nanak blossoms forth. ||4||2||
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