Ang 1254

RAAG MALAAR, CHAU-PADAS, FIRST MEHL, FIRST HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. TRUTH IS THE NAME. CREATIVE BEING PERSONIFIED. NO FEAR. NO HATRED. IMAGE OF THE UNDYING. BEYOND BIRTH. SELF-EXISTENT. BY GURU’S GRACE: Eating, drinking, laughing and sleeping, the mortal forgets about dying. Forgetting his Lord and Master, the mortal is ruined, and his life is cursed. He cannot remain forever. ||1|| O mortal, meditate on the One Lord. You shall go to your true home with honor. ||1 Pause|| Those who serve You — what can they give You? They beg for and receive what cannot remain. You are the Great Giver of all souls; You are the Life within all living beings. ||2|| The Gurmukhs meditate, and receive the Ambrosial Nectar; thus they become pure. Day and night, chant the Naam, the Name of the Lord, O mortal. It makes the filthy immacuate. ||3|| As is the season, so is the comfort of the body, and so is the body itself. O Nanak, that season is beautiful; without the Name, what season is it? ||4||1||

MALAAR, FIRST MEHL: I offer prayers to my Beloved Guru, that He may unite me with my Husband Lord. I hear the thunder in the clouds, and my mind is cooled and soothed; imbued with the Love of my Dear Beloved, I sing His Glorious Praises. ||1|| The rain pours down, and my mind is drenched with His Love. The drop of Ambrosial Nectar pleases my heart; the Guru has fascinated my mind, which is drenched in the sublime essence of the Lord. ||1|| Pause|| With intuitive peace and poise, the soul-bride is loved by her Husband Lord; her mind is pleased and appeased by the Guru’s Teachings. She is the happy soul-bride of her Husband Lord; her mind and body are filled with joy by His Love. ||2|| Discarding her demerits, she becomes detached; with the Lord as her Husband, her marriage is eternal. She never suffers separation or sorrow; her Lord God showers her with His Grace. ||3|| Her mind is steady and stable; she does not come and go in reincarnation. She takes the Shelter of the Perfect Guru. O Nanak, as Gurmukh, chant the Naam; you shall be accepted as the true soul-bride of the Lord. ||4||2||

MALAAR, FIRST MEHL: They pretend to understand the Truth, but they are not satisfied by the Naam; they waste their lives in egotism. Caught in slander and attachment to the wealth and women of others, they eat poison and suffer in pain. They think about the Shabad, but they are not released from their fear and fraud; the minds and mouths are filled with Maya, Maya. Loading the heavy and crushing load, they die, only to be reborn, and waste their lives again. ||1|| The Word of the Shabad is so very beautiful; it is pleasing to my mind. The mortal wanders lost in reincarnation, wearing various robes and clothes; when he is saved and protected by the Guru, then he finds the Truth. ||1|| Pause|| He does not try to wash away his angry passions by bathing at sacred shrines. He does not love the Name of the Lord. He abandons and discards the priceless jewel, and he goes back from where he came. And so he becomes a maggot in manure, and in that, he is absorbed. The more he tastes, the more he is diseased; without the Guru, there is no peace and poise. ||2|| Focusing my awareness on selfless service, I joyfully sing His Praises. As Gurmukh, I contemplate spiritual wisdom. The seeker comes forth, and the debater dies down; I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the Guru, the Creator Lord. I am low and wretched, with shallow and false understanding; You embellish and exalt me through the Word of Your Shabad. And wherever there is self-realization, You are there; O True Lord Savior, You save us and carry us across. ||3|| Where should I sit to chant Your Praises; which of Your Infinite Praises should I chant? The Unknown cannot be known; O Inaccessible, Unborn Lord God, You are the Lord and Master of masters. How can I compare You to anyone else I see? All are beggars — You are the Great Giver. Lacking devotion, Nanak looks to Your Door; please bless him with Your One Name, that he may enshrine it in his heart. ||4||3||