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I think thoughts of Him; I miss the Love of my Beloved. When will I obtain the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan? I try, but this mind is not encouraged. Is there any Saint who can lead me to God? ||1||
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Chanting, penance, self-control, good deeds and charity - I sacrifice all these in fire; I dedicate all peace and places to Him. One who helps me to behold the Blessed Vision of my Beloved, for even an instant - I am a sacrifice to that Saint. ||2||
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I offer all my prayers and entreaties to him; I serve him, day and night. I have renounced all pride and egotism; he tells me the stories of my Beloved. ||3||
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I am wonder-struck, gazing upon the wondrous play of God. The Guru, the True Guru, has led me to meet the Primal Lord. I have found God, my Merciful Loving Lord, within the home of my own heart. O Nanak, the fire within me has been quenched. ||4||1||15||
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Saarang, Fifth Mehl: You fool, why are you not meditating on the Lord now? In the awful hell of the fire of the womb, you did penance, upside-down; each and every instant, you sang His Glorious Praises. ||1||Pause||
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You wandered through countless incarnations, until finally you attained this priceless human birth. Leaving the womb, you were born, and when you came out, you became attached to other places. ||1||
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You practiced evil and fraud day and night, and did useless deeds. You thrash the straw, but it has no wheat; running around and hurrying, you obtain only pain. ||2||
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The false person is attached to falsehood; he is entangled with transitory things. And when the Righteous Judge of Dharma seizes you, O madman, you shall arise and depart with your face blackened. ||3||
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He alone meets with God, whom God Himself meets, by such pre-ordained destiny written on his forehead. Says Nanak, I am a sacrifice to that humble being, who remains unattached within his mind. ||4||2||16||
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Saarang, Fifth Mehl: How can I live without my Beloved, O my mother? Separated from Him, the mortal becomes a corpse, and is not allowed to remain within the house. ||1||Pause||
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He is the Giver of the soul, the heart, the breath of life. Being with Him, we are embellished with joy. Please bless me with Your Gace, O Saint, that I may sing the songs of joyful praise to my God. ||1||
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I touch my forehead to the feet of the Saints. My eyes long for their dust. By His Grace, we meet God; O Nanak, I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice to Him. ||2||3||17||
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Saarang, Fifth Mehl: I am a sacrifice to that occasion. Twenty-four hours a day, I meditate in remembrance on my God; by great good fortune, I have found the Lord. ||1||Pause||
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Kabeer is good, the slave of the Lord's slaves; the humble barber Sain is sublime. Highest of the high is Naam Dayv, who looked upon all alike; Ravi Daas was in tune with the Lord. ||1||
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My soul, body and wealth belong to the Saints; my mind longs for the dust of the Saints. And by the radiant Grace of the Saints, all my doubts have been erased. O Nanak, I have met the Lord. ||2||4||18||
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Saarang, Fifth Mehl: The True Guru fulfills the mind's desires.
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