Ang 837

BILAAVAL, FOURTH MEHL: My mind and body are filled with love for my Inaccessible Lord and Master. Each and every instant, I am filled with immense faith and devotion. Gazing upon the Guru, my mind’s faith is fulfilled, like the song-bird, which cries and cries, until the rain-drop falls into its mouth. ||1|| Join with me, join with me, O my companions, and teach me the Sermon of the Lord. The True Guru has mercifully united me with God. Cutting off my head, and chopping it into pieces, I offer it to Him. ||1|| Pause|| Each and every hair on my head, and my mind and body, suffer the pains of separation; without seeing my God, I cannot sleep. The doctors and healers look at me, and are perplexed. Within my heart, mind and body, I feel the pain of divine love. ||2|| I cannot live for a moment, for even an instant, without my Beloved, like the opium addict who cannot live without opium. Those who thirst for God, do not love any other. Without the Lord, there is no other at all. ||3|| If only someone would come and unite me with God; I am devoted, dedicated, a sacrifice to him. After being separated from the Lord for countless incarnations, I am re-united with Him, entering the Sanctuary of the True, True, True Guru. ||4|| There is one bed for the soul-bride, and the same bed for God, her Lord and Master. The self-willed manmukh does not obtain the Mansion of the Lord’s Presence; she wanders around, in limbo. Uttering, “Guru, Guru”, she seeks His Sanctuary; so God comes to meet her, without a moment’s delay. ||5|| One may perform many rituals, but the mind is filled with hypocrisy, evil deeds and greed. When a son is born in the house of a prostitute, who can tell the name of his father? ||6|| Because of devotional worship in my past incarnations, I have been born into this life. The Guru has inspired me to worship the Lord, Har, Har, Har, Har. Worshipping, worshipping Him with devotion, I found the Lord, and then I merged into the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, Har, Har. ||7|| God Himself came and ground the henna leaves into powder, and applied it to my body. Our Lord and Master showers His Mercy upon us, and grasps hold of our arms; O Nanak, He lifts us up and saves us. ||8||6||9||2||1||6||9||

RAAG BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL, ASHTAPADEES, TWELFTH HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: I cannot express the Praises of my God; I cannot express His Praises. I have abandoned all others, seeking His Sanctuary. ||1|| Pause|| God’s Lotus Feet are Infinite. I am forever a sacrifice to Them. My mind is in love with Them. If I were to abandon Them, there is nowhere else I could go. ||1|| I chant the Lord’s Name with my tongue. The filth of my sins and evil mistakes is burnt off. Climbing aboard the Boat of the Saints, I am emancipated. I have been carried across the terrifying world-ocean. ||2|| My mind is tied to the Lord with the string of love and devotion. This is the Immaculate Way of the Saints. They forsake sin and corruption. They meet the Formless Lord God. ||3|| Gazing upon God, I am wonderstruck. I taste the Perfect Flavor of Bliss. I do not waver or wander here or there. The Lord God, Har, Har, dwells within my consciousness. ||4|| Those who constantly remember God, the treasure of virtue, will never go to hell. Those who listen, fascinated, to the Unstruck Sound-Current of the Word, will never have to see the Messenger of Death with their eyes. ||5|| I seek the Sanctuary of the Lord, the Heroic Lord of the World. The Merciful Lord God is under the power of His devotees. The Vedas do not know the Mystery of the Lord. The silent sages constantly serve Him. ||6|| He is the Destroyer of the pains and sorrows of the poor. It is so very difficult to serve Him. No one knows His limits. He is pervading the water, the land and the sky. ||7|| Hundreds of thousands of times, I humbly bow to Him. I have grown weary, and I have collapsed at God’s Door. O God, make me the dust of the feet of the Holy. Please fulfill this, Nanak’s wish. ||8||1||

BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: God, please release me from birth and death. I have grown weary, and collapsed at Your door. I grasp Your Feet, in the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy. The Love of the Lord, Har, Har, is sweet to my mind. Be Merciful, and attach me to the hem of Your robe. Nanak meditates on the Naam, the Name of the Lord. ||1|| O Merciful Master of the meek, You are my Lord and Master, O Merciful Master of the meek. I yearn for the dust of the feet of the Saints. ||1|| Pause|| The world is a pit of poison, filled with the utter darkness of ignorance and emotional attachment. Please take my hand, and save me, Dear God. Please bless me with Your Name, Lord. Without You, God, I have no place at all. Nanak is a sacrifice, a sacrifice to You. ||2|| The human body is in the grip of greed and attachment. Without meditating and vibrating upon the Lord, it is reduced to ashes. The Messenger of Death is dreadful and horrible. The recording scribes of the conscious and the unconscious, Chitr and Gupt, know all actions and karma. Day and night, they bear witness. Nanak seeks the Sanctuary of the Lord. ||3|| O Lord, Destroyer of fear and egotism, be merciful, and save the sinners. My sins cannot even be counted. Without the Lord, who can hide them? I thought of Your Support, and seized it, O my Lord and Master. Please, give Nanak Your hand and save him, Lord! ||4|| The Lord, the treasure of virtue, the Lord of the world, cherishes and and sustains every heart. My mind is thirsty for Your Love, and the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. O Lord of the Universe, please fulfill my hopes. I cannot survive, even for an instant. By great good fortune, Nanak has found the Lord. ||5||