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RAAG BIHAAGRAA, CHHANT, FOURTH MEHL, FIRST HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: Meditate on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, O my soul; to the Gurmukh, the Name of the Lord is priceless. My mind is pierced by the sublime essence of the Lord’s Name. The Lord is dear to my mind. My mind is washed clean by the sublime essence of the Lord’s Name. Through the Guru’s Teachings, hold the mind steady, O my soul; do not let it wander anywhere. One who chants the Bani of the Praises of the Lord God, O Nanak, obtains the fruits of his mind’s desires. ||1|| Through the Guru’s Teachings, the Nectar abides within the mind, O my soul; with your mouth, chants the words of Ambrosia. The Words of the devotees are Ambrosial Nectar, O my soul; hear them in the mind, and embrace loving affection for the Lord. Separated for so very long, I have found the Lord God, intuitively hugged in His Loving Embrace. Servant Nanak’s mind is filled with bliss, O my soul, vibrating the unstruck Sound-current of the Shabad. ||2|| If only my friends and companions would come and unite me with my Lord God, O my soul. I dedicate my mind to one who recites the sermon of my Lord God, O my soul. As Gurmukh, worship the Lord in adoration forever, O my soul, and you shall obtain the fruits of your mind’s desires. O Nanak, hurry to the Lord’s Sanctuary, O my soul; those who meditate on the Lord’s Name are very fortunate. ||3|| By His Grace, God comes to meet us, O my soul; through the Guru’s Teachings, His Name is revealed. Without the Lord, I am so sad, O my soul — as sad as the lotus without water. The Perfect Guru, O my soul, has united me with the Lord, my best Friend, the Lord God. Blessed, blessed is the Guru, who has shown me the Lord, O my soul; servant Nanak blossoms forth in the Name of the Lord. ||4||1||

RAAG BIHAAGRAA, FOURTH MEHL: The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is Ambrosial Nectar, O my soul; through the Guru’s Teachings, this Nectar is obtained. Egotism and Maya are poison, O my soul; through the Ambrosial Nectar of the Name, this poison is eradicated. The dry mind is rejuvenated, O my soul, meditating on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. The Lord has given the pre- ordained blessing of high destiny, O my soul; servant Nanak merges in the Naam, the Name of the Lord. ||1|| My mind is attached to the Lord, O my soul, like the infant, sucking his mother’s milk. Without the Lord, I find no peace, O my soul, like the song-bird, crying without the rain-drops. Go, and seek the Sanctuary of the True Guru, O my soul; He shall tell you of the Glorious Virtues of the Lord God. Servant Nanak has merged with the Lord, O my soul; the harmonic vibrations of the Shabad resound within the heart. ||2|| The self-willed manmukhs are consigned to separation by their own egotism, O my soul; bound to poison, they are burnt by egotism. Like the pigeon, which itself falls into the trap, O my soul, all the self-willed manmukhs fall under the influence of death. Those who focus their consciousness on emotional attachment to Maya, O my soul — those self-willed manmukhs are foolish demons. The Lord’s humble servants beg and implore Him, and seek His Sanctuary, O my soul; Guru Nanak becomes their Divine Protector. ||3|| The Lord’s humble servants are saved, through the Love of the Lord, O my soul; by their primal good destiny, they find the Lord. The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is the boat, O my soul, and the Guru is the Boatman. Through the Word of the Shabad, He ferries us across. The Primal Lord God, Har, Har, is very kind, O my soul; through the Guru, the True Guru, He seems so sweet. Grant Your Grace, and hear my prayer, O Lord, Har, Har; servant Nanak meditates on the Naam. ||4||2||