SIREE RAAG, FOURTH MEHL, SECOND HOUSE, CHHANT
The Lord is the Truest of the True, O my father. Meeting with the humble servants of the Lord, the marriage procession looks beautiful. She who chants the Lord’s Name is happy in this world of her father’s home, and in the next world of her Husband Lord, she shall be very beautiful. In her Husband Lord’s Celestial Home, she shall be most beautiful, if she has remembered the Naam in this world. Fruitful are the lives of those who, as Gurmukh, have conquered their minds—they have won the game of life. Joining with the humble Saints of the Lord, my actions bring prosperity, and I have obtained the Lord of Bliss as my Husband. The Lord is the Truest of the True, O my father. Joining with the humble servants of the Lord, the marriage party has been embellished. ||3|| O my father, give me the Name of the Lord God as my wedding gift and dowry. Give me the Lord as my wedding gown, and the Lord as my glory, to accomplish my works. Through devotional worship to the Lord, this ceremony is made blissful and beautiful; the Guru, the True Guru, has given this gift. Across the continents, and throughout the Universe, the Lord’s Glory is pervading. This gift is not diminished by being diffused among all. Any other dowry, which the self-willed manmukhs offer for show, is only false egotism and a worthless display. O my father, please give me the Name of the Lord God as my wedding gift and dowry. ||4|| The Lord, Raam, Raam, is All-pervading, O my father. Meeting her Husband Lord, the soul- bride blossoms forth like the flourishing vine. In age after age, through all the ages, forever and ever, those who belong to the Guru’s Family shall prosper and increase. Age after age, the Family of the True Guru shall increase. As Gurmukh, they meditate on the Naam, the Name of the Lord. The Almighty Lord never dies or goes away. Whatever He gives, keeps on increasing. O Nanak, the One Lord is the Saint of Saints. Chanting the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, the soul-bride is bountiful and beautiful. The Lord, Raam, Raam, is All-pervading, O my father. Meeting her Husband Lord, the soul-bride blossoms forth like the flourishing vine. ||5||1||