Ang 873

GOND: Blessed is the Lord of the World. Blessed is the Divine Guru. Blessed is that grain, by which the heart-lotus of the hungry blossoms forth. Blessed are those Saints, who know this. Meeting with them, one meets the Lord, the Sustainer of the World. ||1|| This grain comes from the Primal Lord God. One chants the Naam, the Name of the Lord, only when he tastes this grain. ||1|| Pause|| Meditate on the Naam, and meditate on this grain. Mixed with water, its taste becomes sublime. One who abstains from this grain, loses his honor in the three worlds. ||2|| One who discards this grain, is practicing hypocrisy. She is neither a happy soul-bride, nor a widow. Those who claim in this world that they live on milk alone, secretly eat whole loads of food. ||3|| Without this grain, time does not pass in peace. Forsaking this grain, one does not meet the Lord of the World. Says Kabeer, this I know: blessed is that grain, which brings faith in the Lord and Master to the mind. ||4||8||11||

RAAG GOND, THE WORD OF NAAM DAYV JEE, FIRST HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: The ritual sacrifice of horses, giving one’s weight in gold to charities, and ceremonial cleansing baths —||1|| These are not equal to singing the Praises of the Lord’s Name. Meditate on your Lord, you lazy man! ||1|| Pause|| Offering sweet rice at Gaya, living on the river banks at Benares, reciting the four Vedas by heart;||2|| Completing all religious rituals, restraining sexual passion by the spiritual wisdom given by the Guru, and performing the six rituals;||3|| Expounding on Shiva and Shakti — O man, renounce and abandon all these things. Meditate, meditate in remembrance on the Lord of the Universe. Meditate, O Naam Dayv, and cross over the terrifying world-ocean. ||4||1||

GOND: The deer is lured by the sound of the hunter’s bell; it loses its life, but it cannot stop thinking about it. ||1|| In the same way, I look upon my Lord. I will not abandon my Lord, and turn my thoughts to another. ||1|| Pause|| As the fisherman looks upon the fish, and the goldsmith looks upon the gold he fashions;||2|| As the man driven by sex looks upon another man’s wife, and the gambler looks upon the throwing of the dice —||3|| In the same way, wherever Naam Dayv looks, he sees the Lord. Naam Dayv meditates continuously on the Feet of the Lord. ||4||2||

GOND: Carry me across, O Lord, carry me across. I am ignorant, and I do not know how to swim. O my Beloved Father, please give me Your arm. ||1|| Pause|| I have been transformed from a mortal being into an angel, in an instant; the True Guru has taught me this. Born of human flesh, I have conquered the heavens; such is the medicine I was given. ||1|| Please place me where You placed Dhroo and Naarad, O my Master. With the Support of Your Name, so many have been saved; this is Naam Dayv’s understanding. ||2||3||