Ang 562

WADAHANS, FOURTH MEHL, SECOND HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: Within my mind there is such a great yearning; how will I attain the Blessed Vision of the Lord’s Darshan? I go and ask my True Guru; with the Guru’s advice, I shall teach my foolish mind. The deluded mind is instructed in the Word of the Guru’s Shabad, and meditates forever on the Lord, Har, Har. O Nanak, one whom my Beloved blesses with His Glance of Grace, focuses his consciousness on the Lord’s Feet. ||1|| I dress myself in all sorts of robes for the sake of my Husband, so that my True Lord God will be pleased. But my Beloved Husband Lord does not even cast a glance in my direction; how can I be consoled? For His sake, I adorn myself with adornments, but my Husband is imbued with another. O Nanak, blessed, blessed, blessed is that soul- bride, who enjoys her True, Sublime Husband Lord. ||2|| I go and ask the blessed, happy soul-bride, “How did you attain Him — your Husband Lord, my God?” She answers, “My True Husband blessed me with His Glance of Grace; I abandoned the distinction between mine and yours. Dedicate everything — mind, body and soul to the Lord God; this is the way to meet Him, O sister.” If her God gazes upon her with favor, O Nanak, her light merges into the Light. ||3|| I dedicate my mind and body to the one who brings me a message from my Lord God. I wave the fan over him every day, serve him and carry water for him. Constantly and continuously, I serve the Lord’s humble servant, who recites the sermon of the Lord, Har, Har. Hail, hail unto the Guru, the Guru, the Perfect True Guru, who fulfills the desires of Nanak’s mind. ||4|| Let me meet the Guru, my best friend, O Lord; meeting Him, I meditate on the Lord’s Name. I seek the Lord’s sermon from the Guru, the True Guru; joining with Him, I sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord. Each and every day, forever, I sing the Lord’s Praises; my mind lives by hearing Your Name. O Nanak, that moment when I forget my Lord and Master — at that moment, my soul dies. ||5|| Everyone longs to see the Lord, but he alone sees Him, whom the Lord causes to see Him. One upon whom my Beloved bestows His Glance of Grace cherishes the Lord, Har, Har forever. He alone cherishes the Lord, Har, Har, forever and ever, who meets my Perfect True Guru. O Nanak, the Lord’s humble servant and the Lord become One; meditating on the Lord, he blends with the Lord. ||6||1||3||

WADAHANS, FIFTH MEHL, FIRST HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: His Court is the most lofty and exalted. It has no end or limitations. Millions, millions, tens of millions seek, but they cannot find even a tiny bit of His Mansion. ||1|| What is that auspicious moment, when God is met? ||1|| Pause|| Thousands of devotees worship and adore Him. Thousands of ascetics practice austere discipline. Thousands of Yogis practice Yoga. Thousands of pleasure seekers enjoy pleasures. ||2|| He dwells in each and every heart, but only a few know this. Is there any friend who can rip apart the screen of separation? I can only make the effort if God is merciful. I sacrifice my body and soul to Him. ||3|| After wandering around for so long, I have finally come to the Saints; all my pains and doubts have been eradicated. God summoned me to the Mansion of His Presence, and blessed me with the Ambrosial Nectar of His Name. Says Nanak, my God is lofty and exalted. ||4||1||

WADAHANS, FIFTH MEHL: Blessed is that time, when the Blessed Vision of His Darshan is given; I am a sacrifice to the feet of the True Guru. ||1|| You are the Giver of souls, O my Beloved God. My mind lives by reflecting upon the Name of God. ||1|| Pause|| Your Mantra is True, and the Word of Your Bani is Ambrosial Nectar. Your Presence is cooling and soothing; Your gaze is all-knowing. ||2|| Your Command is true; You sit upon the eternal throne. My God is eternal; He does not come and go. ||3|| You are merciful; I am Your humble servant. O Nanak, the Lord and Master is totally permeating and pervading everywhere. ||4||2||

WADAHANS, FIFTH MEHL: You are infinite — only a few know this. By Guru’s Grace, some come to understand You through the Word of the Shabad. ||1|| Your servant offers this prayer, O Beloved: I live by meditating on Your Feet, God. ||1|| Pause|| O my Merciful Lord God, O Great Giver: they alone know, whom You bless with realization. ||2|| Forever and ever, I am a sacrifice to You. Here and hereafter, I seek Your Protection. ||3|| I am without virtue; I know none of Your Glorious Virtues. O Nanak, seeing the Holy Saint, my mind is imbued with You. ||4||3||