TODEE, FIFTH MEHL
TODEE, FIFTH MEHL: My tongue sings the Praises of the Lord of the world, the ocean of virtue. Peace, tranquility, poise and delight well up in my mind, and all sorrows run away. ||1|| Pause|| Whatever I ask for, I receive; I serve at the Lord’s feet, the source of nectar. I am released from the bondage of birth and death, and so I cross over the terrifying world-ocean. ||1|| Searching and seeking, I have come to understand the essence of reality; the slave of the Lord of the Universe is dedicated to Him. If you desire eternal bliss, O Nanak, ever remember the Lord in meditation. ||2||5||10||