Ang 809

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: One is dyed in the color of the Lord’s Love, by great good fortune. This color is never muddied; no stain ever sticks to it. ||1|| He finds God, the Giver of peace, with feelings of joy. The Celestial Lord blends into his soul, and he can never leave Him. ||1|| Pause|| Old age and death cannot touch him, and he shall not suffer pain again. Drinking in the Ambrosial Nectar, he is satisfied; the Guru makes him immortal. ||2|| He alone knows its taste, who tastes the Priceless Name of the Lord. Its value cannot be estimated; what can I say with my mouth? ||3|| Fruitful is the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan, O Supreme Lord God. The Word of Your Bani is the treasure of virtue. Please bless me with the dust of the feet of Your slaves; Nanak is a sacrifice. ||4||3||33||

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: Keep me under Your Protection, God; shower me with Your Mercy. I do not know how to serve You; I am just a low-life fool. ||1|| I take pride in You, O my Darling Beloved. I am a sinner, continuously making mistakes; You are the Forgiving Lord. ||1|| Pause|| I make mistakes each and every day. You are the Great Giver; I am worthless. I associate with Maya, your hand-maiden, and I renounce You, God; such are my actions. ||2|| You bless me with everything, showering me with Mercy; And I am such an ungrateful wretch! I am attached to Your gifts, but I do not even think of You, O my Lord and Master. ||3|| There is none other than You, O Lord, Destroyer of fear. Says Nanak, I have come to Your Sanctuary, O Merciful Guru; I am so foolish — please, save me! ||4||4||34||

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: Don’t blame anyone else; meditate on your God. Serving Him, great peace is obtained; O mind, sing His Praises. ||1|| O Beloved, other than You, who else should I ask? You are my Merciful Lord and Master; I am filled with all faults. ||1|| Pause|| As You keep me, I remain; there is no other way. You are the Support of the unsupported; You Name is my only Support. ||2|| One who accepts whatever You do as good — that mind is liberated. The entire creation is Yours; all are subject to Your Ways. ||3|| I wash Your Feet and serve You, if it pleases You, O Lord and Master. Be Merciful, O God of Compassion, that Nanak may sing Your Glorious Praises. ||4||5||35||

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: Death hovers over his head, laughing, but the beast does not understand. Entangled in conflict, pleasure and egotism, he does not even think of death. ||1|| So serve your True Guru; why wander around miserable and unfortunate? You gaze upon the transitory, beautiful safflower, but why do you get attached to it? ||1|| Pause|| You commit sins again and again, to gather wealth to spend. But your dust shall mix with dust; you shall arise and depart naked. ||2|| Those for whom you work, will become your spiteful enemies. In the end, they will run away from you; why do you burn for them in anger? ||3|| He alone becomes the dust of the Lord’s slaves, who has such good karma upon his forehead. Says Nanak, he is released from bondage, in the Sanctuary of the True Guru. ||4||6||36||

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: The cripple crosses over the mountain, the fool becomes a wise man, and the blind man sees the three worlds, by meeting with the True Guru and being purified. ||1|| This is the Glory of the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy; listen, O my friends. Filth is washed away, millions of sins are dispelled, and the consciousness becomes immaculate and pure. ||1|| Pause|| Such is devotional worship of the Lord of the Universe, that the ant can overpower the elephant. Whoever the Lord makes His own, is blessed with the gift of fearlessness. ||2|| The lion becomes a cat, and the mountain looks like a blade of grass. Those who worked for half a shell, will be judged very wealthy. ||3|| What glorious greatness of Yours can I describe, O Lord of infinite excellences? Please bless me with Your Mercy, and grant me Your Name; O Nanak, I am lost without the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. ||4||7||37||