Ang 1014

MARU, FIRST MEHL: Through the union of mother and father, the fetus is formed. The egg and sperm join together to make the body. Upside-down within the womb, it lovingly dwells on the Lord; God provides for it, and gives it nourishment there. ||1|| How can he cross over the terrifying world-ocean? The Gurmukh obtains the Immaculate Naam, the Name of the Lord; the unbearable load of sins is removed. ||1|| Pause|| I have forgotten Your Virtues, Lord; I am insane — what can I do now? You are the Merciful Giver, above the heads of all. Day and night, You give gifts, and take care of all. ||2|| One is born to achieve the four great objectives of life. The spirit has taken up its home in the material world. Driven by hunger, it sees the path of Maya’s riches; this emotional attachment takes away the treasure of liberation. ||3|| Weeping and wailing, he does not receive them; he searches here and there, and grows weary. Engrossed in sexual desire, anger and egotism, he falls in love with his false relatives. ||4|| He eats and enjoys, listens and watches, and dresses up to show off in this house of death. Without the Word of the Guru’s Shabad, he does not undersand himself. Without the Lord’s Name, death cannot be avoided. ||5|| The more attachment and egotism delude and confuse him, the more he cries out, “Mine, mine!”, and the more he loses out. His body and wealth pass away, and he is torn by skepticism and cynicism; in the end, he regrets and repents, when the dust falls on his face. ||6||

He grows old, his body and youth waste away, and his throat is plugged with mucous; water flows from his eyes. He feet fail him, and his hands shake and tremble; the faithless cynic does not enshrine the Lord in his heart. ||7|| His intellect fails him, his black hair turns white, and no one wants to keep him in their home. Forgetting the Naam, these are the stigmas which stick to him; the Messenger of Death beats him, and drags him to hell. ||8|| The record of one’s past actions cannot be erased; who else is to blame for one’s birth and death? Without the Guru, life and death are pointless; without the Word of the Guru’s Shabad, life just burns away. ||9|| The pleasures enjoyed in happiness bring ruin; acting in corruption is useless indulgence. Forgetting the Naam, and caught by greed, he betrays his own source; the club of the Righteous Judge of Dharma will strike him over the head. ||10|| The Gurmukhs sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord’s Name; the Lord God blesses them with His Glance of Grace. Those beings are pure, perfect unlimited and infinite; in this world, they are the embodiment of the Guru, the Lord of the Universe. ||11|| Meditate in remembrance on the Lord; meditate and contemplate the Guru’s Word, and love to associate with the humble servants of the Lord. The Lord’s humble servants are the embodiment of the Guru; they are supreme and respected in the Court of the Lord. Nanak seeks the dust of the feet of those humble servants of the Lord. ||12||8||

ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: MARU, KAAFEE, FIRST MEHL, SECOND HOUSE: The double-minded person comes and goes, and has numerous friends. The soul-bride is separated from her Lord, and she has no place of rest; how can she be comforted? ||1|| My mind is attuned to the Love of my Husband Lord. I am devoted, dedicated, a sacrifice to the Lord; if only He would bless me with His Glance of Grace, even for an instant! ||1|| Pause|| I am a rejected bride, abandoned in my parents’ home; how can I go to my in-laws now? I wear my faults around my neck; without my Husband Lord, I am grieving, and wasting away to death. ||2|| But if, in my parents’ home, I remember my Husband Lord, then I will come to dwell in the home of my in-laws yet. The happy soul-brides sleep in peace; they find their Husband Lord, the treasure of virtue. ||3|| Their blankets and mattresses are made of silk, and so are the clothes on their bodies. The Lord rejects the impure soul-brides. Their life-night passes in misery. ||4|| I have tasted many flavors, and worn many robes, but without my Husband Lord, my youth is slipping away uselessly; I am separated from Him, and I cry out in pain. ||5|| I have heard the True Lord’s message, contemplating the Guru. True is the home of the True Lord; by His Gracious Grace, I love Him. ||6|| The spiritual teacher applies the ointment of Truth to his eyes, and sees God, the Seer. The Gurmukh comes to know and understand; ego and pride are subdued. ||7|| O Lord, You are pleased with those who are like Yourself; there are many more like me. O Nanak, the Husband does not separate from those who are imbued with Truth. ||8||1||9||