SAARANG, FIFTH MEHL
SAARANG, FIFTH MEHL: By himself, the mortal cannot accomplish anything. He runs around chasing all sorts of projects, engrossed in other entanglements. ||1|| Pause|| His companions of these few days will not be there when he is in trouble. He is hand and glove with those who are of no use to him; the poor wretch is affectionately involved with them. ||1|| I am nothing; nothing belongs to me. I have no power or control. O Creator, Cause of causes, Lord God of Nanak, I am saved and redeemed in the Society of the Saints. ||2||36||59||