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Those men who go out to enjoy other men’s women shall suffer in shame. Those who steal the wealth of others — how can their guilt be concealed? Those who chant the Sacred Praises of the Lord save and redeem all their generations. O Lord! Those who listen and contemplate the Supreme Lord God become pure and holy. ||8|| The sky above looks lovely, and the earth below is beautiful. Lightning flashes in the ten directions; I behold the Face of my Beloved. If I go searching in foreign lands, how can I find my Beloved? O Lord! If such destiny is inscribed upon my forehead, I am absorbed in the Blessed Vision of His Darshan. ||9|| I have seen all places, but none can compare to You. The Primal Lord, the Architect of Destiny, has established You; thus You are adorned and embellished. Ramdaspur is prosperous and thickly populated, and incomparably beautiful. O Lord! Bathing in the Sacred Pool of Raam Daas, the residues of sins are washed away, O Nanak. ||10|| The sparrow-hawk is very smart; in its consciousness, it longs for the friendly rain. It longs for that, to which its breath of life is attached. It wanders depressed, from forest to forest, for the sake of a drop of water. O Lord! In just the same way, the humble servant of the Lord begs for the Naam, the Name of the Lord. Nanak is a sacrifice to him. ||11|| The Consciousness of my Friend is incomparably beautiful. Its mystery cannot be known. One who purchases the priceless virtues realizes the essence of reality. When the consciousness is absorbed in the supreme consciousness, great joy and bliss are found. O Lord! When the fickle thieves are overcome, the true wealth is obtained. ||12|| In a dream, I was lifted up; why didn’t I grasp the hem of His Robe? Gazing upon the Beautiful Lord relaxing there, my mind was charmed and fascinated. I am searching for His Feet — tell me, where can I find Him? O Lord! Tell me how I can find my Beloved, O my companion. ||13|| The eyes which do not see the Holy — those eyes are miserable. The ears which do not hear the Sound-current of the Naad — those ears might just as well be plugged. The tongue which does not chant the Naam ought to be cut out, bit by bit. O Lord! When the mortal forgets the Lord of the Universe, the Sovereign Lord King, he grows weaker day by day. ||14|| The wings of the bumble bee are caught in the intoxicating fragrant petals of the lotus. With its limbs entangled in the petals, it loses its senses. Is there any such friend, who can untie this difficult knot? O Nanak, the One Supreme Lord and Master of the earth reunites the separated ones. ||15||

I run around in all directions, searching for the love of God. The five evil enemies are tormenting me; how can I destroy them? Shoot them with the sharp arrows of meditation on the Name of God. O Lord! The way to slaughter these terrible sadistic enemies is obtained from the Perfect Guru. ||16|| The True Guru has blessed me with the bounty which shall never be exhausted. Eating and consuming it, all the Gurmukhs are emancipated. The Lord, in His Mercy, has blessed me with the treasure of the Ambrosial Naam. O Nanak, worship and adore the Lord, who never dies. ||17|| Wherever the Lord’s devotee goes is a blessed, beautiful place. All comforts are obtained, meditating on the Lord’s Name. People praise and congratulate the devotee of the Lord, while the slanderers rot and die. Says Nanak, O friend, chant the Naam, and your mind shall be filled with bliss. ||18|| The mortal never serves the Immaculate Lord, the Purifier of sinners. The mortal wastes away in false pleasures. How long can this go on? Why do you take such pleasure, looking at this mirage? O Lord! I am a sacrifice to those who are known and approved in the Court of the Lord. ||19|| The fool commits countless foolish actions and so many sinful mistakes. The fool’s body smells rotten, and turns to dust. He wanders lost in the darkness of pride, and never thinks of dying. O Lord! The mortal gazes upon the mirage; why does he think it is true? ||20|| When someone’s days are over, who can save him? How long can the physicians go on, suggesting various therapies? You fool, remember the One Lord; only He shall be of use to you in the end. O Lord! Without the Name, the body turns to dust, and everything goes to waste. ||21|| Drink in the medicine of the Incomparable, Priceless Name. Meeting and joining together, the Saints drink it in, and give it to everyone. He alone is blessed with it, who is destined to receive it. O Lord! I am a sacrifice to those who enjoy the Love of the Lord. ||22|| The physicians meet together in their assembly. The medicines are effective, when the Lord Himself stands in their midst. Their good deeds and karma become apparent. O Lord! Pains, diseases and sins all vanish from their bodies. ||23||

CHAUBOLAS, FIFTH MEHL: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: O Samman, if one could buy this love with money, then consider Raawan the king. He was not poor, but he could not buy it, even though he offered his head to Shiva. ||1|| My body is drenched in love and affection for the Lord; there is no distance at all between us. My mind is pierced through by the Lotus Feet of the Lord. He is realized when one’s intuitive consciousness is attuned to Him. ||2|| I would cross the oceans, mountains, wilderness, forests and the nine regions of the earth in a single step, O Musan, for the Love of my Beloved. ||3|| O Musan, the Light of the Lord’s Love has spread across the sky; I cling to my Lord, like the bumble bee caught in the lotus flower. ||4|| Chanting and intense meditation, austere self-discipline, pleasure and peace, honor, greatness and pride — O Musan, I would dedicate and sacrifice all these for a moment of my Lord’s Love. ||5|| O Musan, the world does not understand the Mystery of the Lord; it is dying and being plundered. It is not pierced through by the Love of the Beloved Lord; it is entangled in false pursuits. ||6|| When someone’s home and property are burnt, because of his attachment to them, he suffers in the sorrow of separation. O Musan, when mortals forget the Merciful Lord God, then they are truly plundered. ||7|| Whoever enjoys the taste of the Lord’s Love, remembers His Lotus Feet in his mind. O Nanak, the lovers of God do not go anywhere else. ||8|| Climbing thousands of steep hillsides, the fickle mind becomes miserable. Look at the humble, lowly mud, O Jamaal: the beautiful lotus grows in it. ||9|| My Lord has lotus-eyes; His Face is so beautifully adorned. O Musan, I am intoxicated with His Mystery. I break the necklace of pride into bits. ||10|| I am intoxicated with the Love of my Husband Lord; remembering Him in meditation, I am not conscious of my own body. He is revealed in all His Glory, all throughout the world. Nanak is a lowly moth at His Flame. ||11||