O Lord, my mind longs to meet with the humble servants of the Lord.

The sweet, subtle essence of the Lord is immortalizing ambrosia. Meeting the Saints, I drink it in. ||1||Pause||

The Lord's people are the most lofty and exalted. Meeting with them, the most exalted status is obtained.

I am the slave of the slave of the Lord's slaves; my Lord and Master is pleased with me. ||2||

The humble servant serves; one who enshrines love for the Lord in his heart, mind and body is very fortunate.

One who talks too much without love, speaks falsely, and obtains only false rewards. ||3||

Take pity on me, O Lord of the World, O Great Giver; let me fall at the feet of the Saints.

I would cut off my head, and cut it into pieces, O Nanak, and set it down for the Saints to walk upon. ||4||3||

Raamkalee, Fourth Mehl:

If I am blessed with supreme high destiny, I will meet the humble servants of the Lord, without delay.

The Lord's humble servants are pools of ambrosial nectar; by great good fortune, one bathes in them. ||1||

O Lord, let me work for the humble servants of the Lord.

I carry water, wave the fan and grind the corn for them; I massage and wash their feet. I apply the dust of their feet to my forehead. ||1||Pause||

The Lord's humble servants are great, very great, the greatest and most exalted; they lead us to meet the True Guru.

No one else is as great as the True Guru; meeting the True Guru, I meditate on the Lord, the Primal Being. ||2||

Those who seek the Sanctuary of the True Guru find the Lord. My Lord and Master saves their honor.

Some come for their own purposes, and sit before the Guru; they pretend to be in Samaadhi, like storks with their eyes closed. ||3||

Associating with the wretched and the lowly, like the stork and the crow, is like feeding on a carcass of poison.

Nanak: O God, unite me with the Sangat, the Congregation. United with the Sangat, I will become a swan. ||4||4||

Section 22 - Raag Raamkalee - Part 007

Raamkalee, Fourth Mehl:

O True Guru, please be kind, and unite me with the Lord. My Sovereign Lord is the Beloved of my breath of life.

I am a slave; I fall at the Guru's feet. He has shown me the Path, the Way to my Lord God. ||1||

The Name of my Lord, Har, Har, is pleasing to my mind.

I have no friend except the Lord; the Lord is my father, my mother, my companion. ||1||Pause||

My breath of life will not survive for an instant, without my Beloved; unless I see Him, I will die, O my mother!

Blessed, blessed is my great, high destiny, that I have come to the Guru's Sanctuary. Meeting with the Guru, I have obtained the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan. ||2||

I do not know or understand any other within my mind; I meditate and chant the Lord's Chant.