SAARANG, FIFTH MEHL
SAARANG, FIFTH MEHL: My mind longs for the One Beloved Lord. I have looked everywhere in every country, but nothing equals even a hair of my Beloved. ||1|| Pause|| All sorts of delicacies and dainties are placed before me, but I do not even want to look at them. I long for the sublime essence of the Lord, calling, “Pri- o! Pri-o! — Beloved! Beloved!”, like the Bumble bee longing for the lotus flower. ||1|| The Treasure of Virtue, the Enticer of the mind, my Beloved is the Giver of peace to all. Guru Nanak has led me to You, O God. Join with me, O my Best Friend, and hold me close in Your Embrace. ||2||5||28||