With my eyes, I gaze upon the Blessed Vision of the Guru's Darshan; I touch my forehead to the Guru's feet.

With my feet I walk on the Guru's Path; with my hands, I wave the fan over Him.

I meditate on Akaal Moorat, the undying form, within my heart; day and night, I meditate on Him.

I have renounced all possessiveness, and have placed my faith in the all-powerful Guru.

The Guru has blessed me with the treasure of the Naam; I am rid of all sufferings.

Eat and enjoy the Naam, the Name of the indescribable Lord, O Siblings of Destiny.

Confirm your faith in the Naam, charity and self-purification; chant the Guru's sermon forever.

Blessed with intuitive poise, I have found God; I am rid of the fear of the Messenger of Death. ||20||

Shalok, Dakhanay, Fifth Mehl:

I am centered and focused on my Beloved, but I am not satisfied, even by seeing Him.

The Lord and Master is within all; I do not see any other. ||1||

Fifth Mehl:

The sayings of the Saints are the paths of peace.

O Nanak, they alone obtain them, upon whose foreheads such destiny is written. ||2||

Fifth Mehl:

He is totally permeating the mountains, oceans, deserts, lands, forests, orchards, caves,

the nether regions of the underworld, the Akaashic ethers of the skies, and all hearts.

Nanak sees that they are all strung on the same thread. ||3||

Pauree:

The Dear Lord is my mother, the Dear Lord is my father; the Dear Lord cherishes and nurtures me.

The Dear Lord takes care of me; I am the child of the Lord.

Slowly and steadily, He feeds me; He never fails.

He does not remind me of my faults; He hugs me close in His embrace.

Whatever I ask for, He give me; the Lord is my peace-giving father.

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He has blessed me with the capital, the wealth of spiritual wisdom; He has made me worthy of this merchandise.

He has made me a partner with the Guru; I have obtained all peace and comforts.

He is with me, and shall never separate from me; the Lord, my father, is potent to do everything. ||21||

Shalok, Dakhanay, Fifth Mehl:

O Nanak, break away from the false, and seek out the Saints, your true friends.

The false shall leave you, even while you are still alive; but the Saints shall not forsake you, even when you are dead. ||1||

Fifth Mehl:

O Nanak, the lightning flashes, and thunder echoes in the dark black clouds.

The downpour from the clouds is heavy; O Nanak, the soul-brides are exalted and embellished with their Beloved. ||2||

Fifth Mehl:

The ponds and the lands are overflowing with water, and the cold wind is blowing.

Her bed is adorned with gold, diamonds and rubies;

she is blessed with beautiful gowns and delicacies, O Nanak, but without her Beloved, she burns in agony. ||3||