Sardara123
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<> siqgur pRswid ]
Awsw mhlw 4 CMq Gru 4 ]
hir AMimRq iBMny loiexw mnu pRyim rqMnw rwm rwjy ]
mnu rwim ksvtI lwieAw kMcnu soivMnw ]
gurmuiK rMig clUilAw myrw mnu qno iBMnw ]
jnu nwnku musik JkoilAw sBu jnmu Dnu DMnw ]1]
hir pRym bwxI mnu mwirAw AxIAwly AxIAw rwm rwjy ]
ijsu lwgI pIr iprMm kI so jwxY jrIAw ]
jIvn mukiq so AwKIAY mir jIvY mrIAw ]
jn nwnk siqguru myil hir jgu duqru qrIAw ]2]
hm mUrK mugD srxwgqI imlu goivMd rMgw rwm rwjy ]
guir pUrY hir pwieAw hir Bgiq iek mMgw ]
myrw mnu qnu sbid ivgwisAw jip Anq qrMgw ]
imil sMq jnw hir pwieAw nwnk sqsMgw ]3]
dIn dieAwl suix bynqI hir pRB hir rwieAw rwm rwjy ]
hau mwgau srix hir nwm kI hir hir muiK pwieAw ]
Bgiq vClu hir ibrdu hY hir lwj rKwieAw ]
jnu nwnku srxwgqI hir nwim qrwieAw ]4]8]15]
One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:
Aasaa, Fourth Mehl, Chhant, Fourth House:
My eyes are wet with the Nectar of the Lord, and my mind is imbued with His Love, O Lord King.
The Lord applied His touch-stone to my mind, and found it one hundred per cent gold.
As Gurmukh, I am dyed in the deep red of the poppy, and my mind and body are drenched with His Love.
Servant Nanak is drenched with His Fragrance; blessed, blessed is his entire life. ||1||
The Bani of the Lord's Love is the pointed arrow, which has pierced my mind, O Lord King.
Only those who feel the pain of this love, know how to endure it.
Those who die, and remain dead while yet alive, are said to be Jivan Mukta, liberated while yet alive.
O Lord, unite servant Nanak with the True Guru, that he may cross over the terrifying world-ocean. ||2||
I am foolish and ignorant, but I have taken to His Sanctuary; may I merge in the Love of the Lord of the Universe, O Lord King.
Through the Perfect Guru, I have obtained the Lord, and I beg for the one blessing of devotion to the Lord.
My mind and body blossom forth through the Word of the Shabad; I meditate on the Lord of infinite waves.
Meeting with the humble Saints, Nanak finds the Lord, in the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation. ||3||
O Merciful to the meek, hear my prayer, O Lord God; You are my Master, O Lord King.
I beg for the Sanctuary of the Lord's Name, Har, Har; please, place it in my mouth.
It is the Lord's natural way to love His devotees; O Lord, please preserve my honor!
Servant Nanak has entered His Sanctuary, and has been saved by the Name of the Lord. ||4||8||15||
Awsw mhlw 4 CMq Gru 4 ]
hir AMimRq iBMny loiexw mnu pRyim rqMnw rwm rwjy ]
mnu rwim ksvtI lwieAw kMcnu soivMnw ]
gurmuiK rMig clUilAw myrw mnu qno iBMnw ]
jnu nwnku musik JkoilAw sBu jnmu Dnu DMnw ]1]
hir pRym bwxI mnu mwirAw AxIAwly AxIAw rwm rwjy ]
ijsu lwgI pIr iprMm kI so jwxY jrIAw ]
jIvn mukiq so AwKIAY mir jIvY mrIAw ]
jn nwnk siqguru myil hir jgu duqru qrIAw ]2]
hm mUrK mugD srxwgqI imlu goivMd rMgw rwm rwjy ]
guir pUrY hir pwieAw hir Bgiq iek mMgw ]
myrw mnu qnu sbid ivgwisAw jip Anq qrMgw ]
imil sMq jnw hir pwieAw nwnk sqsMgw ]3]
dIn dieAwl suix bynqI hir pRB hir rwieAw rwm rwjy ]
hau mwgau srix hir nwm kI hir hir muiK pwieAw ]
Bgiq vClu hir ibrdu hY hir lwj rKwieAw ]
jnu nwnku srxwgqI hir nwim qrwieAw ]4]8]15]
One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:
Aasaa, Fourth Mehl, Chhant, Fourth House:
My eyes are wet with the Nectar of the Lord, and my mind is imbued with His Love, O Lord King.
The Lord applied His touch-stone to my mind, and found it one hundred per cent gold.
As Gurmukh, I am dyed in the deep red of the poppy, and my mind and body are drenched with His Love.
Servant Nanak is drenched with His Fragrance; blessed, blessed is his entire life. ||1||
The Bani of the Lord's Love is the pointed arrow, which has pierced my mind, O Lord King.
Only those who feel the pain of this love, know how to endure it.
Those who die, and remain dead while yet alive, are said to be Jivan Mukta, liberated while yet alive.
O Lord, unite servant Nanak with the True Guru, that he may cross over the terrifying world-ocean. ||2||
I am foolish and ignorant, but I have taken to His Sanctuary; may I merge in the Love of the Lord of the Universe, O Lord King.
Through the Perfect Guru, I have obtained the Lord, and I beg for the one blessing of devotion to the Lord.
My mind and body blossom forth through the Word of the Shabad; I meditate on the Lord of infinite waves.
Meeting with the humble Saints, Nanak finds the Lord, in the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation. ||3||
O Merciful to the meek, hear my prayer, O Lord God; You are my Master, O Lord King.
I beg for the Sanctuary of the Lord's Name, Har, Har; please, place it in my mouth.
It is the Lord's natural way to love His devotees; O Lord, please preserve my honor!
Servant Nanak has entered His Sanctuary, and has been saved by the Name of the Lord. ||4||8||15||