Ang 1256

FIRST MEHL, MALAAR: Others’ wives, others’ wealth, greed, egotism, corruption and poison; evil passions, slander of others, sexual desire and anger — give up all these. ||1|| The Inaccessible, Infinite Lord is sitting in His Mansion. That humble being, whose conduct is in harmony with the jewel of the Guru’s Shabad, obtains the Ambrosial Nectar. ||1|| Pause|| He sees pleasure and pain as both the same, along with good and bad in the world. Wisdom, understanding and awareness are found in the Name of the Lord. In the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation, embrace love for the Guru. ||2|| Day and night, profit is obtained through the Lord’s Name. The Guru, the Giver, has given this gift. That Sikh who becomes Gurmukh obtains it. The Creator blesses him with His Glance of Grace. ||3|| The body is a mansion, a temple, the home of the Lord; He has infused His Infinite Light into it. O Nanak, the Gurmukh is invited to the Mansion of the Lord’s Presence; the Lord unites him in His Union. ||4||5||

MALAAR, FIRST MEHL, SECOND HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: Know that the creation was formed through air and water; have no doubt that the body was made through fire. And if you know where the soul comes from, you shall be known as a wise religious scholar. ||1|| Who can know the Glorious Praises of the Lord of the Universe, O mother? Without seeing Him, we cannot say anything about Him. How can anyone speak and describe Him, O mother? ||1|| Pause|| He is high above the sky, and beneath the nether worlds. How can I speak of Him? Let me understand. Who knows what sort of Name is chanted, in the heart, without the tongue? ||2|| Undoubtedly, words fail me. He alone understands, who is blessed. Day and night, deep within, he remains lovingly attuned to the Lord. He is the true person, who is merged in the True Lord. ||3|| If someone of high social standing becomes a selfless servant, then his praises cannot even be expressed. And if someone from a low social class becomes a selfless servant, O Nanak, he shall wear shoes of honor. ||4||1||6||

MALAAR, FIRST MEHL: The pain of separation — this is the hungry pain I feel. Another pain is the attack of the Messenger of Death. Another pain is the disease consuming my body. O foolish doctor, don’t give me medicine. ||1|| O foolish doctor, don’t give me medicine. The pain persists, and the body continues to suffer. Your medicine has no effect on me. ||1|| Pause|| Forgetting his Lord and Master, the mortal enjoys sensual pleasures; then, disease rises up in his body. The blind mortal receives his punishment. O foolish doctor, don’t give me medicine. ||2|| The value of sandalwood lies in its fragrance. The value of the human lasts only as long as the breath in the body. When the breath is taken away, the body crumbles into dust. After that, no one takes any food. ||3|| The mortal’s body is golden, and the soul-swan is immaculate and pure, if even a tiny particle of the Immaculate Naam is within. All pain and disease are eradicated. O Nanak, the mortal is saved through the True Name. ||4||2||7||

MALAAR, FIRST MEHL: Pain is the poison. The Lord’s Name is the antidote. Grind it up in the mortar of contentment, with the pestle of charitable giving. Take it each and every day, and your body shall not waste away. At the very last instant, you shall strike down the Messenger of Death. ||1|| So take such medicine, O fool, by which your corruption shall be taken away. ||1|| Pause|| Power, wealth and youth are all just shadows, as are the vehicles you see moving around. Neither your body, nor your fame, nor your social status shall go along with you. In the next world it is day, while here, it is all night. ||2|| Let your taste for pleasures be the firewood, let your greed be the ghee, and your sexual desire and anger the cooking oil; burn them in the fire. Some make burnt offerings, hold sacred feasts, and read the Puraanas. Whatever pleases God is acceptable. ||3|| Intense meditation is the paper, and Your Name is the insignia. Those for whom this treasure is ordered, look wealthy when they reach their true home. O Nanak, blessed is that mother who gave birth to them. ||4||3||8||