Ang 1301

KAANRAA, FIFTH MEHL: Gazing upon and beholding my Best Friend, I blossom forth in bliss; my God is the One and Only. ||1|| Pause|| He is the Image of Ecstasy, Intuitive Peace and Poise. There is no other like Him. ||1|| Meditating in remembrance on the Lord, Har, Har, even once, millions of sins are erased. ||2|| Uttering His Glorious Praises, suffering is eradicated, and the heart becomes tranquil and calm. ||3|| Drink in the Sweet, Sublime Ambrosial Nectar, O Nanak, and be imbued with the Love of the Lord. ||4||4||15||

KAANRAA, FIFTH MEHL: O friends, O Saints, come to me. ||1|| Pause|| Singing the Glorious Praises of the Lord with pleasure and joy, the residues of your sinful mistakes will be erased and thrown away. ||1|| Touch your forehead to the feet of the Saints, and your dark household shall be illumined. ||2|| By the Grace of the Saints, the heart-lotus blossoms forth. Vibrate and meditate on the Lord of the Universe, and see Him near at hand. ||3|| By the Grace of God, I have found the Saints. Over and over again, Nanak is a sacrifice to that moment. ||4||5||16||

KAANRAA, FIFTH MEHL: I seek the Sanctuary of Your Lotus Feet, O Lord of the World. Save me from emotional attachment, pride, deception and doubt; please cut away these ropes which bind me. ||1|| Pause|| I am drowning in the world-ocean. Meditating in remembrance on the Lord, the Source of Jewels, I am saved. ||1|| Your Name, Lord, is cooling and soothing. God, my Lord and Master, is Perfect. ||2|| You are the Deliverer, the Destroyer of the sufferings of the meek and the poor. The Lord is the Treasure of Mercy, the Saving Grace of sinners. ||3|| I have suffered the pains of millions of incarnations. Nanak is at peace; the Guru has implanted the Naam, the Name of the Lord, within me. ||4||6||17||

KAANRAA, FIFTH MEHL: Blessed is that love, which is attuned to the Lord’s Feet. The peace which comes from millions of chants and deep meditations is obtained by perfect good fortune and destiny. ||1|| Pause|| I am Your helpless servant and slave; I have given up all other support. Every trace of doubt has been eradicated, remembering God in meditation. I have applied the ointment of spiritual wisdom, and awakened from my sleep. ||1|| You are Unfathomably Great and Utterly Vast, O my Lord and Master, Ocean of Mercy, Source of Jewels. Nanak, the beggar, begs for the Name of the Lord, Har, Har; he rests his forehead upon God’s Feet. ||2||7||18||

KAANRAA, FIFTH MEHL: I am filthy, hard-hearted, deceitful and obsessed with sexual desire. Please carry me across, as You wish, O my Lord and Master. ||1|| Pause|| You are All-powerful and Potent to grant Sanctuary. Exerting Your Power, You protect us. ||1|| Chanting and deep meditation, penance and austere self-discipline, fasting and purification — salvation does not come by any of these means. Please lift me up and out of this deep, dark ditch; O God, please bless Nanak with Your Glance of Grace. ||2||8||19||

KAANRAA, FIFTH MEHL, FOURTH HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: The one who bows in humble reverence to the Primal Lord, the Lord of all beings — I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice to such a Guru; He Himself is liberated, and He carries me across as well. ||1|| Pause|| Which, which, which of Your Glorious Virtues should I chant? There is no end or limitation to them. There are thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, many millions of them, but those who contemplate them are very rare. ||1|| I am wonder-struck, wonder-struck, wonder-struck and amazed, dyed in the deep crimson color of my Beloved. Says Nanak, the Saints savor this sublime essence, like the mute, who tastes the sweet candy, but only smiles. ||2||1||20||