Ang 545

BIHAAGRAA, FIFTH MEHL: The Lord’s Feet are the Pools of Ambrosial Nectar; dwell there, O my mind. Take your cleansing bath in the Ambrosial Pool of the Lord, and all your sins shall be wiped away, O my mind. Take your cleansing in the Lord of the Universe forever, O friends, and the pain of darkness shall be dispelled. Birth and death shall not hold you, and the noose of Death shall be cut away. So join the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, and be imbued with the Naam, the Name of the Lord; there, your hopes shall be fulfilled. Prays Nanak, shower Your Mercy upon me, Lord, that I might dwell at Your Lotus Feet. ||1|| There is bliss and ecstasy there always, and the unstruck celestial melody resounds there. Meeting together, the humble Saints sing God’s Praises, and celebrate His Victory. Meeting together, the Saints sing the Praises of the Lord and Master; they are pleasing to the Lord, and drenched with the sublime essence of His love and affection. They earn the profit of the Lord, eradicate self-conceit, and meet Him, from whom they were separated for so long. Taking them by the arm, He makes them His own; God, the One, Inaccessible and Infinite, bestows His kindness. Prays Nanak, forever immaculate are those who vibrate and resonate with the True Word of the Shabad. ||2|| Listen, O most fortunate ones, to the Ambrosial Bani, the Word of the Lord. Only one who has such pre-ordained karma, has it enter into the heart. The Unspoken Speech is known only by those unto whom God grants His Grace. They become immortal, and shall not die again; their troubles, disputes and pains are dispelled. They find the Sanctuary of the Lord; they do not forsake Him, and do not leave. God’s Love is pleasing to their minds and bodies. Prays Nanak, sing forever the Sacred Ambrosial Bani of the Word. ||3|| My mind and body are intoxicated — I cannot describe it. From Him I originated, and into Him I shall merge once again. I am absorbed into God’s Light, through and through, like water merging into water. The One permeates the water, the land and the sky — I do not see any other. He is totally permeating the forests, the fields and the three worlds. I cannot express His worth. Prays Nanak, He Himself knows — the One who created this creation. ||4||2||5||

BIHAAGRAA, FIFTH MEHL: The Saints go around, searching for God, the support of their breath of life. They lose the strength of their bodies, if they do not merge with their Beloved Lord. O God, my Beloved, merge with me — bless me with Your kindness; be kind, and attach me to the hem of Your robe. Bless me with Your Name, that I may chant it, O Lord and Master; beholding the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan, I live. He is almighty, perfect, eternal and unchanging, exalted, unapproachable and infinite. Prays Nanak, grant Your Grace, O Beloved of my breath of life, that I may merge with You. ||1|| I have practiced chanting, intensive meditation and fasting to see Your Feet, Lord. But still, the burning fire is not quenched, without the Sanctuary of the Lord and Master. O God, I seek Your Sanctuary — please, cut away my bonds and carry me across the world-ocean. I am helpless, forlorn and worthless — I know nothing at all; please do not count up my merits and demerits. The Lord is Merciful to the meek, the Sustainer of the world, Beloved, Almighty Cause of causes. Nanak, the song-bird, begs for the rain-drop of the Lord’s Name; meditating on the Feet of the Lord, Har, Har, he lives. ||2|| Drink in the Ambrosial Nectar from the sacred pool, the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. In the Society of the Saints, one meets the Lord; meditating on Him, one’s affairs are resolved. God accomplishes everything; He is the Destroyer of pain. Never forget Him from your mind, even for an instant. He is blissful, night and day; He is forever True. All Glories are contained in the Lord in the Universe. Incalculable, lofty and infinite is the Lord and Master. His dwelling is unapproachable. Prays Nanak, my desires are fulfilled; I have met the Lord, the Greatest Lover. ||3|| The fruits of many millions of charitable feasts come to those who listen to and sing the Lord’s Praise. Chanting the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, all one’s generations are carried across. Chanting the Name of the Lord, the mortal being is beautified; what Praises of His can I chant? I shall never forget the Lord; He is as dear as my breath of life. My mind constantly yearns for the Blessed Vision of His Darshan. Auspicious is that day, when God, the lofty, inaccessible and infinite, hugs me close in His embrace. Prays Nanak, everything is fruitful — I have met my supremely beloved Lord God. ||4||3||6||