Raag Bihaagraa, Fifth Mehl: He is dear to me; He fascinates my mind; He is the ornament of my heart, the support of the breath of life. The Glory of the Beloved, Merciful Lord of the Universe is beautiful; He is infinite and without limit. O Compassionate Sustainer of the World, Beloved Lord of the Universe, please, join with Your humble soul-bride. My eyes long for the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan; the night passes, but I cannot sleep. I have applied the healing ointment of spiritual wisdom to my eyes; the Naam, the Name of the Lord, is my food. These are all my decorations. Prays Nanak, let's meditate on the Saint, that he may unite us with our Husband Lord. ||1|| I endure thousands of reprimands, and still, my Lord has not met with me. I make the effort to meet with my Lord, but none of my efforts work. Unsteady is my consciousness, and unstable is my wealth; without my Lord, I cannot be consoled. Food, drink and decorations are useless; without my Husband Lord, how can I survive? I yearn for Him, and desire Him night and day. I cannot live without Him, even for an instant. Prays Nanak, O Saint, I am Your slave; by Your Grace, I meet my Husband Lord. ||2|| I share a bed with my Beloved, but I do not behold the Blessed Vision of His Darshan. I have endless demerits - how can my Lord call me to the Mansion of His Presence? The worthless, dishonored and orphaned soul-bride prays, "Meet with me, O God, treasure of mercy." The wall of doubt has been shattered, and now I sleep in peace, beholding God, the Lord of the nine treasures, even for an instant. If only I could come into the Mansion of my Beloved Lord's Presence! Joining with Him, I sing the songs of joy. Prays Nanak, I seek the Sanctuary of the Saints; please, reveal to me the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. ||3|| By the Grace of the Saints, I have obtained the Lord, Har, Har. My desires are fulfilled, and my mind is at peace; the fire within has been quenched. Fruitful is that day, and beauteous is that night, and countless are the joys, celebrations and pleasures. The Lord of the Universe, the Beloved Sustainer of the World, has been revealed. With what tongue can I speak of His Glory? Doubt, greed, emotional attachment and corruption are taken away; joining with my companions, I sing the songs of joy. Prays Nanak, I meditate on the Saint, who has led me to merge with the Lord, Har, Har. ||4||2||
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