Ang-701 — Chapter 39

Have Mercy upon me, and bless me with the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy. ||4||

He alone obtains something, who becomes the dust under the feet of all.

And he alone repeats the Naam, whom God causes to understand. ||1||Pause||2||8||

Soohee, Fifth Mehl:

Within the home of his own self, he does not even come to see his Lord and Master.

And yet, around his neck, he hangs a stone god. ||1||

The faithless cynic wanders around, deluded by doubt.

He churns water, and after wasting his life away, he dies. ||1||Pause||

That stone, which he calls his god,

that stone pulls him down and drowns him. ||2||

O sinner, you are untrue to your own self;

a boat of stone will not carry you across. ||3||

Meeting the Guru, O Nanak, I know my Lord and Master.

The Perfect Architect of Destiny is pervading and permeating the water, the land and the sky. ||4||3||9||

Soohee, Fifth Mehl:

How have you enjoyed your Dear Beloved?

O sister, please teach me, please show me. ||1||

Crimson, crimson, crimson

- this is the color of the soul-bride who is imbued with the Love of her Beloved. ||1||Pause||

I wash Your Feet with my eye-lashes.

Wherever You send me, there I will go. ||2||

I would trade meditation, austerity, self-discipline and celibacy,

if I could only meet the Lord of my life, for even an instant. ||3||

She who eradicates her self-conceit, power and arrogant intellect,

O Nanak, is the true soul-bride. ||4||4||10||

Soohee, Fifth Mehl:

You are my Life, the very Support of my breath of life.

Gazing upon You, beholding You, my mind is soothed and comforted. ||1||

You are my Friend, You are my Beloved.

I shall never forget You. ||1||Pause||

I am Your indentured servant; I am Your slave.

You are my Great Lord and Master, the treasure of excellence. ||2||

There are millions of servants in Your Court - Your Royal Darbaar.

Each and every instant, You dwell with them. ||3||

I am nothing; everything is Yours.

Through and through, You abide with Nanak. ||4||5||11||

Soohee, Fifth Mehl:

His Mansions are so comfortable, and His gates are so lofty.

Within them, His beloved devotees dwell. ||1||

The Natural Speech of God is so very sweet.

How rare is that person, who sees it with his eyes. ||1||Pause||

There, in the arena of the congregation, the divine music of the Naad, the sound current, is sung.

There, the Saints celebrate with their Lord. ||2||

Neither birth nor death is there, neither pain nor pleasure.

The Ambrosial Nectar of the True Name rains down there. ||3||

From the Guru, I have come to know the mystery of this speech.

Nanak speaks the Bani of the Lord, Har, Har. ||4||6||12||

Soohee, Fifth Mehl:

By the Blessed Vision of their Darshan, millions of sins are erased.

Meeting with them, this terrifying world-ocean is crossed over||1||

They are my companions, and they are my dear friends,

who inspire me to remember the Lord's Name. ||1||Pause||

Hearing the Word of His Shabad, I am totally at peace.

When I serve Him, the Messenger of Death is chased away. ||2||

His comfort and consolation soothes and supports my mind.

Remembering Him in meditation, my face is radiant and bright. ||3||

God embellishes and supports His servants.

Nanak seeks the Protection of their Sanctuary; he is forever a sacrifice to them. ||4||7||13||