Ang 543

RAAG BIHAAGRAA, FIFTH MEHL: He is so dear to me; He fascinates my mind; the Lord is the ornament of my heart, the support of the breath of life. The Glory of the Beloved, the Merciful Lord of the Universe, is beautiful; He is infinite and unlimited. O Compassionate Lord of the World, Beloved Lord of the Universe, please join with Your humble soul-bride. My eyes long for the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan; the night passes, but I cannot sleep. I have applied the healing ointment of spiritual wisdom to my eyes; the Naam, the Name of the Lord, is my food. These are all my decorations. Prays Nanak, meditate on the Saint, that he may unite us with our Husband Lord. ||1|| I endure thousands of reprimands, but still, my Lord has not met with me. I try to meet with my Lord, but nothing works. My consciousness is unsteady, and my wealth is unstable; without my Beloved, I cannot be consoled. Food, drink and decorations are useless; without my Husband Lord, how can I live? I yearn for Him, and desire Him night and day. I cannot live without Him, even for an instant. Prays Nanak: O Saint, I am Your slave; by Your Grace, I meet my Husband Lord. ||2|| I share a bed with my Beloved, but I do not behold the Blessed Vision of His Darshan. I have countless demerits — how can my Husband Lord call me to the Mansion of His Presence? The worthless, dishonored and discarded soul-bride prays: “Meet with me, God, O treasure of mercy.” The wall of doubt has been shattered, and now I sleep in peace, beholding God, the Lord of the nine treasures, even for an instant. If only I could come into the Mansion of my Beloved Lord’s Presence. Joining with Him, I sing the songs of joy. Prays Nanak, I seek the Sanctuary of the Saints; please, reveal to me the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. ||3|| By the Grace of the Saints, I have found the Lord, Har, Har. My desires are fulfilled, and my mind is at peace; the fire within has been quenched. Fruitful is that day and beauteous is that night, and countless are the joys, celebrations and pleasures. The Lord of the Universe, the Beloved Lord of the World, has been revealed. With what tongue can I speak of His Glory? Doubt, greed, emotional attachment and corruption are subdued; joining with my companions, I sing the songs of joy. Prays Nanak, I meditate on the Saint, who has led me to union with the Lord, Har, Har. ||4||2||

BIHAAGRAA, FIFTH MEHL: Grant Your Grace, O Guru, O Perfect Supreme Lord God, that I might chant the Naam, the Name of the Lord, night and day. I speak the Ambrosial Words of the Guru’s Bani, praising the Lord. Your Will seems so sweet to me, Lord. Show kindness and compassion, O Lord of the Word, Lord of the Universe; without You, I have no other at all. Almighty, sublime, infinite and perfect Lord — my soul, body, wealth and mind are Yours. I am foolish, stupid, masterless, fickle, powerless, lowly and ignorant. Prays Nanak, I seek Your Sanctuary — please save me from coming and going in reincarnation. ||1|| In the Sanctuary of the Holy, I have found the Dear Lord; I constantly sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord. Applying the dust of the devotees to the mind and body, O Dear Lord, all sinners are sanctified. The sinners are sanctified in the company of those who have met the Primal Lord of Destiny. Attuned to the Naam, the Name of the Lord, they are given the gift of the life of the soul; their gifts increase day by day. Wealth, the supernatural spiritual powers of the Siddhas, and the nine treasures come to those who meditate on the Lord, and conquer their own soul. Prays Nanak, it is only by great good fortune that the Holy, the Lord’s companions are found, O friends. ||2|| Those who deal in Truth, O Dear Lord, are the perfect bankers. They possess the great treasure, O Dear Lord, and they earn the profit of the Lord’s Praise. Sexual desire, anger and greed do not cling to those who are attuned to God. They know the One, and they believe in the One; they are intoxicated with the Lord’s Love. They fall at the Feet of the Saints, and seek their Sanctuary; their minds are filled with joy. Prays Nanak, those who have the Naam in their laps are the true bankers. ||3|| O Nanak, meditate in remembrance on that Dear Lord, who supports all by His Power. The Gurmukhs do not forget the Dear Lord, the Primal Creator Lord, from their minds. Pain, disease and fear do not cling to those who meditate on the Lord, Har, Har. By the Grace of the Saints, they cross over the terrifying world-ocean, and obtain their pre-ordained destiny. They are congratulated and applauded, and their minds are at peace; they meet the Infinite Lord God. Prays Nanak, meditating in remembrance on the Lord, Har, Har, my desires are fulfilled. ||4||3||