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The tax collectors were smart; they thought about it, and saw. They broke their cash-boxes and left. Third, He went to the Ganges, and a wonderful drama was played out there. ||5||
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The important men of the city met together, and sought the Protection of the Guru, the True Guru. The Guru, the True Guru, the Guru is the Lord of the Universe. Go ahead and consult the Simritees - they will confirm this. The Simritees and the Shaastras all confirm that Suk Dayv and Prahlaad meditated on the Guru, the Lord of the Universe, and knew Him as the Supreme Lord. The five thieves and the highway robbers dwell in the fortress of the body-village; the Guru has destroyed their home and place. The Puraanas continually praise the giving of charity, but devotional worship of the Lord is only obtained through the Word of Guru Nanak. The important men of the city met together, and sought the Protection of the Guru, the True Guru. ||6||4||10||
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Tukhaari Chhant, Fifth Mehl: One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru: O my Beloved, I am a sacrifice to You. Through the Guru, I have dedicated my mind to You. Hearing the Word of Your Shabad, my mind is enraptured. This mind is enraptured, like the fish in the water; it is lovingly attached to the Lord. Your Worth cannot be described, O my Lord and Master; Your Mansion is Incomparable and Unrivalled. O Giver of all Virtue, O my Lord and Master, please hear the prayer of this humble person. Please bless Nanak with the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. I am a sacrifice, my soul is a sacrifice, a sacrifice to You. ||1||
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This body and mind are Yours; all virtues are Yours. I am a sacrifice, every little bit, to Your Darshan. Please hear me, O my Lord God; I live only by seeing Your Vision, even if only for an instant. I have heard that Your Name is the most Ambrosial Nectar; please bless me with Your Mercy, that I may drink it in. My hopes and desires rest in You, O my Husband Lord; like the rainbird, I long for the rain-drop. Says Nanak, my soul is a sacrifice to You; please bless me with Your Darshan, O my Lord God. ||2||
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You are my True Lord and Master, O Infinite King. You are my Dear Beloved, so dear to my life and consciousness. You bring peace to my soul; You are known to the Gurmukh. All are blessed by Your Love. The mortal does only those deeds which You ordain, Lord. One who is blessed by Your Grace, O Lord of the Universe, conquers his mind in the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy. Says Nanak, my soul is a sacrifice to You; You gave me my soul and body. ||3||
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I am unworthy, but He has saved me, for the sake of the Saints. The True Guru has covered by faults; I am such a sinner. God has covered for me; He is the Giver of the soul, life and peace. My Lord and Master is Eternal and Unchanging, Ever-present; He is the Perfect Creator, the Architect of Destiny. Your Praise cannot be described; who can say where You are? Slave Nanak is a sacrifice to the one who blesses him with the Lord's Name, even for an instant. ||4||1||11||
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