Ang 539

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||

BIHAAGRAA, FOURTH MEHL: In this world, the best occupation is to sing the Praises of the Naam, O my soul. Singing the Praises of the Lord, the Lord is enshrined in the mind. The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is immaculate and pure, O my soul. Chanting the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, one is saved. All sins, errors and sorrows are cut away, O my soul; the Gurmukh washes off this filth with the Naam, the Name of the Lord. By great good fortune, servant Nanak meditates on the Lord; even fools and idiots like me have been saved. ||1|| Those who meditate on the Name of the Lord, O my soul, overpower the five passions. The nine treasures of the Naam are within, O my soul; the Guru, the True Guru, has revealed the Unseen. The Guru has fulfilled my hopes and desires, O my soul; meeting the Lord, all hunger is satisfied. O servant Nanak, he alone sings the Glorious Praises of the Lord, O my soul, upon whose forehead the Lord God has inscribed such pre-ordained destiny. ||2|| I am a deceitful sinner, O my soul; I cheat others, and rob and plunder their wealth. But by great good fortune, I have found the Guru, O my soul; through the Perfect Guru, I have found the way to salvation. The Guru has poured the Ambrosial Nectar of the Lord’s Name into my mouth, O my soul, and now, my dead soul has come back to life. O servant Nanak, those who meet the True Guru, O my soul, have all of their pains taken away. ||3|| The Name of the Lord is the most sublime, O my soul; chanting it, one’s sins are washed away. The Guru, the Lord, has purified even the sinners, O my soul; now, they are famous and respected in the four directions, throughout the four ages. The filth of egotism is totally wiped away, O my soul, by bathing in the Ambrosial Pool of the Lord’s Name. Even criminals and sinners are saved, O my soul, if they are attuned to the Lord’s Name, even for an instant, O servant Nanak. ||4||3||

BIHAAGRAA, FOURTH MEHL: I am a sacrifice, O my soul, to those who take the Support of the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. The Guru, the True Guru, implanted the Name within me, O my soul; He has carried me across the terrifying world-ocean of poison. Those who have single-mindedly meditated on the Lord, O my soul — I proclaim the victory of those saintly beings. Nanak has found peace, meditating on the Lord, O my soul; the Lord is the Destroyer of all pain. ||1|| Blessed, blessed is that tongue, O my soul, which sings the Glorious Praises of the Lord God. Sublime and splendid are those ears, O my soul, which listen to the Kirtan of the Your Praises, O Lord. Sublime, pure and sacred is that head, O my soul, which falls at the Guru’s feet. Nanak is a sacrifice to the Guru, O my soul, who has placed the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, in my consciousness. ||2|| Blessed and approved are those eyes, O my soul, which gaze upon the Holy True Guru. Sacred and pure are those hands, O my soul, which write the Praises of the Lord, Har, Har. I worship continually the feet of that humble being, O my soul, who walks on the Path of Dharma, the path of righteousness. Nanak is a sacrifice to those, O my soul, who hear of the Lord, and believe in the Lord’s Name. ||3|| The earth, the nether regions of the underworld, and the Akaashic ethers, O my soul, all meditate on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. Wind, water and fire, O my soul, continually sing the Praises of the Lord, Har, Har, Har. The woods, the meadows and the whole creation, O my soul, meditate with their mouths on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. O Nanak, one who, as Gurmukh, focuses his consciousness on the Lord’s devotional worship, O my soul, is robed in honor in the Court of the Lord. ||4||4||