O foolish doctor, don't give me medicine. ||2||

The value of sandalwood lies in its fragrance.

The value of the human lasts only as long as the breath in the body.

When the breath is taken away, the body crumbles into dust.

After that, no one takes any food. ||3||

The mortal's body is golden, and the soul-swan is immaculate and pure,

if even a tiny particle of the Immaculate Naam is within.

All pain and disease are eradicated.

O Nanak, the mortal is saved through the True Name. ||4||2||7||

Malaar, First Mehl:

Pain is the poison. The Lord's Name is the antidote.

Grind it up in the mortar of contentment, with the pestle of charitable giving.

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Take it each and every day, and your body shall not waste away.

At the very last instant, you shall strike down the Messenger of Death. ||1||

So take such medicine, O fool,

by which your corruption shall be taken away. ||1||Pause||

Power, wealth and youth are all just shadows,

as are the vehicles you see moving around.

Neither your body, nor your fame, nor your social status shall go along with you.

In the next world it is day, while here, it is all night. ||2||

Let your taste for pleasures be the firewood, let your greed be the ghee,

and your sexual desire and anger the cooking oil; burn them in the fire.

Some make burnt offerings, hold sacred feasts, and read the Puraanas.

Whatever pleases God is acceptable. ||3||

Intense meditation is the paper, and Your Name is the insignia.

Those for whom this treasure is ordered,

look wealthy when they reach their true home.

O Nanak, blessed is that mother who gave birth to them. ||4||3||8||

Malaar, First Mehl:

You wear white clothes, and speak sweet words.

Your nose is sharp, and your eyes are black.

Have you ever seen your Lord and Master, O sister? ||1||

O my All-powerful Lord and Master, by Your power, I fly and soar, and ascend to the heavens.

I see Him in the water, on the land, in the mountains, on the river-banks,

in all places and interspaces, O brother. ||2||

He fashioned the body, and gave it wings;

He gave it great thirst and desire to fly.

When He bestows His Glance of Grace, I am comforted and consoled.

As He makes me see, so do I see, O brother. ||3||

Neither this body, nor its wings, shall go to the world hereafter.

It is a fusion of air, water and fire.

O Nanak, if it is in the mortal's karma, then he meditates on the Lord, with the Guru as his Spiritual Teacher.

This body is absorbed in the Truth. ||4||4||9||

Malaar, Third Mehl, Chau-Padas, First House:

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

The Formless Lord is formed by Himself. He Himself deludes in doubt.