TUKHAARI CHHANT, FOURTH MEHL
TUKHAARI CHHANT, FOURTH MEHL: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: My inner being is filled with love for my Beloved Husband Lord. How can I live without Him? As long as I do not have the Blessed Vision of His Darshan, how can I drink in the Ambrosial Nectar? How can I drink in the Ambrosial Nectar without the Lord? I cannot survive without Him. Night and day, I cry out, “Pri-o! Pri-o! Beloved! Beloved!”, day and night. Without my Husband Lord, my thirst is not quenched. Please, bless me with Your Grace, O my Beloved Lord, that I may dwell on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, forever. Through the Word of the Guru’s Shabad, I have met my Beloved; I am a sacrifice to the True Guru. ||1|| When I see my Beloved Husband Lord, I chant the Lord’s Glorious Praises with love. My inner being blossoms forth; I continually utter, “Pri-o! Pri-o! Beloved! Beloved!” I speak of my Dear Beloved, and through the Shabad, I am saved. Unless I can see Him, I am not satisfied. That soul-bride who is ever adorned with the Shabad, meditates on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. Please bless this beggar, Your humble servant, with the Gift of Mercy; please unite me with my Beloved. Night and day, I meditate on the Guru, the Lord of the World; I am a sacrifice to the True Guru. ||2|| I am a stone in the Boat of the Guru. Please carry me across the terrifying ocean of poison. O Guru, please, lovingly bless me with the Word of the Shabad. I am such a fool - please save me! I am a fool and an idiot; I know nothing of Your extent. You are known as Inaccessible and Great. You Yourself are Merciful; please, mercifully bless me. I am unworthy and dishonored — please, unite me with Yourself! Through countless lifetimes, I wandered in sin; now, I have come seeking Your Sanctuary. Take pity on me and save me, Dear Lord; I have grasped the Feet of the True Guru. ||3|| The Guru is the Philosopher’s Stone; by His touch, iron is transformed into gold. My light merges into the Light, and my body-fortress is so beautiful. My body-fortress is so beautiful; I am fascinated by my God. How could I forget Him, for even a breath, or a morsel of food? I have seized the Unseen and Unfathomable Lord, through the Word of the Guru’s Shabad. I am a sacrifice to the True Guru. I place my head in offering before the True Guru, if it truly pleases the True Guru. Take pity on me, O God, Great Giver, that Nanak may merge in Your Being. ||4||1||