Ang 685

DHANAASAREE, NINTH MEHL: O Holy people, this world is deluded by doubt. It has forsaken the meditative remembrance of the Lord’s Name, and sold itself out to Maya. ||1|| Pause|| Mother, father, siblings, children and spouse — he is entangled in their love. In the pride of youth, wealth and glory, day and night, he remains intoxicated. ||1|| God is merciful to the meek, and forever the Destroyer of pain, but the mortal does not center his mind on Him. O servant Nanak, among millions, only a rare few, as Gurmukh, realize God. ||2||2||

DHANAASAREE, NINTH MEHL: That Yogi does not know the way. Understand that his heart is filled with greed, emotional attachment, Maya and egotism. ||1|| Pause|| One who does not slander or praise others, who looks upon gold and iron alike, who is free from pleasure and pain — he alone is called a true Yogi. ||1|| The restless mind wanders in the ten directions — it needs to be pacified and restrained. Says Nanak, whoever knows this technique is judged to be liberated. ||2||3||

DHANAASAREE, NINTH MEHL: Now, what efforts should I make? How can I dispel the anxieties of my mind? How can I cross over the terrifying world-ocean? ||1|| Pause|| Obtaining this human incarnation, I have done no good deeds; this makes me very afraid! In thought, word and deed, I have not sung the Lord’s Praises; this thought worries my mind. ||1|| I listened to the Guru’s Teachings, but spiritual wisdom did not well up within me; like a beast, I fill my belly. Says Nanak, O God, please confirm Your Law of Grace; for only then can I, the sinner, be saved. ||2||4||9||9||13||58||4||93||

DHANAASAREE, FIRST MEHL, SECOND HOUSE, ASHTAPADEES: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: The Guru is the ocean, filled with pearls. The Saints gather in the Ambrosial Nectar; they do not go far away from there. They taste the subtle essence of the Lord; they are loved by God. Within this pool, the swans find their Lord, the Lord of their souls. ||1|| What can the poor crane accomplish by bathing in the mud puddle? It sinks into the mire, and its filth is not washed away. ||1|| Pause|| After careful deliberation, the thoughtful person takes a step. Forsaking duality, he becomes a devotee of the Formless Lord. He obtains the treasure of liberation, and enjoys the sublime essence of the Lord. His comings and goings end, and the Guru protects him. ||2|| The swan do not leave this pool. In loving devotional worship, they merge in the Celestial Lord. The swans are in the pool, and the pool is in the swans. They speak the Unspoken Speech, and they honor and revere the Guru’s Word. ||3|| The Yogi, the Primal Lord, sits within the celestial sphere of deepest Samaadhi. He is not male, and He is not female; how can anyone describe Him? The three worlds continue to center their attention on His Light. The silent sages and the Yogic masters seek the Sanctuary of the True Lord. ||4|| The Lord is the source of bliss, the support of the helpless. The Gurmukhs worship and contemplate the Celestial Lord. God is the Lover of His devotees, the Destroyer of fear. Subduing ego, one meets the Lord, and places his feet on the Path. ||5|| He makes many efforts, but still, the Messenger of Death tortures him. Destined only to die, he comes into the world. He wastes this precious human life through duality. He does not know his own self, and trapped by doubts, he cries out in pain. ||6|| Speak, read and hear of the One Lord. The Support of the earth shall bless you with courage, righteousness and protection. Chastity, purity and self-restraint are infused into the heart, when one centers his mind in the fourth state. ||7|| They are immaculate and true, and filth does not stick to them. Through the Word of the Guru’s Shabad, their doubt and fear depart. The form and personality of the Primal Lord are incomparably beautiful. Nanak begs for the Lord, the Embodiment of Truth. ||8||1||