Ang 1164

BHAIRAO, THE WORD OF NAAM DAYV JEE, FIRST HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: O my tongue, I will cut you into a hundred pieces, if you do not chant the Name of the Lord. ||1|| O my tongue, be imbued with the Lord’s Name. Meditate on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, and imbue yourself with this most excellent color. ||1|| Pause|| O my tongue, other occupations are false. The state of Nirvaanaa comes only through the Lord’s Name. ||2|| The performance of countless millions of other devotions is not equal to even one devotion to the Name of the Lord. ||3|| Prays Naam Dayv, this is my occupation. O Lord, Your Forms are endless. ||4||1|| One who stays away from others’ wealth and others’ spouses — the Lord abides near that person. ||1|| Those who do not meditate and vibrate on the Lord — I do not even want to see them. ||1|| Pause|| Those whose inner beings are not in harmony with the Lord, are nothing more than beasts. ||2|| Prays Naam Dayv, a man without a nose does not look handsome, even if he has the thirty-two beauty marks. ||3||2|| Naam Dayv milked the brown cow, and brought a cup of milk and a jug of water to his family god. ||1|| “Please drink this milk, O my Sovereign Lord God. Drink this milk and my mind will be happy. Otherwise, my father will be angry with me.”||1|| Pause|| Taking the golden cup, Naam Dayv filled it with the ambrosial milk, and placed it before the Lord. ||2|| The Lord looked upon Naam Dayv and smiled. “This one devotee abides within my heart.”||3|| The Lord drank the milk, and the devotee returned home. Thus did Naam Dayv come to receive the Blessed Vision of the Lord’s Darshan. ||4||3||

I am crazy — the Lord is my Husband. I decorate and adorn myself for Him. ||1|| Slander me well, slander me well, slander me well, O people. My body and mind are united with my Beloved Lord. ||1|| Pause|| Do not engage in any arguments or debates with anyone. With your tongue, savor the Lord’s sublime essence. ||2|| Now, I know within my soul, that such an arrangement has been made; I will meet with my Lord by the beat of the drum. ||3|| Anyone can praise or slander me. Naam Dayv has met the Lord. ||4||4|| Sometimes, people do not appreciate milk, sugar and ghee. Sometimes, they have to beg for bread from door to door. Sometimes, they have to pick out the grain from the chaff. ||1|| As the Lord keeps us, so do we live, O Siblings of Destiny. The Lord’s Glory cannot even be described. ||1|| Pause|| Sometimes, people prance around on horses. Sometimes, they do not even have shoes for their feet. ||2|| Sometimes, people sleep on cozy beds with white sheets. Sometimes, they do not even have straw to put down on the ground. ||3|| Naam Dayv prays, only the Naam, the Name of the Lord, can save us. One who meets the Guru, is carried across to the other side. ||4||5|| Laughing and playing, I came to Your Temple, O Lord. While Naam Dayv was worshipping, he was grabbed and driven out. ||1|| I am of a low social class, O Lord; why was I born into a family of fabric dyers? ||1|| Pause|| I picked up my blanket and went back, to sit behind the temple. ||2|| As Naam Dayv uttered the Glorious Praises of the Lord, the temple turned around to face the Lord’s humble devotee. ||3||6||

BHAIRAO, NAAM DAYV JEE, SECOND HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: As the hungry person loves food, and the thirsty person is obsessed with water, and as the fool is attached to his family — just so, the Lord is very dear to Naam Dayv. ||1|| Naam Dayv is in love with the Lord. He has naturally and intuitively become detached from the world. ||1|| Pause|| Like the woman who falls in love with another man, and the greedy man who loves only wealth, and the sexually promiscuous man who loves women and sex, just so, Naam Dayv is in love with the Lord. ||2|| But that alone is real love, which the Lord Himself inspires; by Guru’s Grace, duality is eradicated. Such love never breaks; through it, the mortal remains merged in the Lord. Naam Dayv has focused his consciousness on the True Name. ||3|| Like the love between the child and its mother, so is my mind imbued with the Lord. Prays Naam Dayv, I am in love with the Lord. The Lord of the Universe abides within my consciousness. ||4||1||7|| The blind fool abandons the wife of his own home, and has an affair with another woman. He is like the parrot, who is pleased to see the simbal tree; but in the end, he dies, stuck to it. ||1|| The home of the sinner is on fire. It keeps burning, and the fire cannot be extinguished. ||1|| Pause|| He does not go to see where the Lord is being worshipped. He abandons the Lord’s Path, and takes the wrong path. He forgets the Primal Lord God, and is caught in the cycle of reincarnation. He throws away the Ambrosial Nectar, and gathers poison to eat. ||2|| He is like the prostitute, who comes to dance, wearing beautiful clothes, decorated and adorned. She dances to the beat, exciting the breath of those who watch her. But the noose of the Messenger of Death is around her neck. ||3|| One who has good karma recorded on his forehead, hurries to enter the Guru’s Sanctuary. Says Naam Dayv, consider this: O Saints, this is the way to cross over to the other side. ||4||2||8|| Sanda and Marka went and complained to Harnaakhash, “Your son does not read his lessons. We are tired of trying to teach him. He chants the Lord’s Name, clapping his hands to keep the beat; he has spoiled all the other students. ||1||