The Gurmukhs gather in loving devotional worship of the Lord. ||17||

Shalok, Third Mehl:

Those Gurmukhs who sing in the Raga of Malaar - their minds and bodies become cool and calm.

Through the Word of the Guru's Shabad, they realize the One, the One True Lord.

Their minds and bodies are true; they obey the True Lord, and they are known as true.

True devotional worship is deep within them; they are automatically blessed with honor.

In this Dark Age of Kali Yuga, there is utter darkness; the self-willed manmukh cannot find the way.

O Nanak, very blessed are those Gurmukhs, unto whom the Lord is revealed. ||1||

Third Mehl:

The clouds rain down mercifully, and joy wells up in the minds of the people.

I am forever a sacrifice to the One, by whose Command the clouds burst forth with rain.

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The Gurmukhs dwell on the Word of the Shabad. They sing the Glorious Praises of the True Lord.

O Nanak, those humble beings who are imbued with the Naam are pure and immaculate. They are intuitively merged in the True Lord. ||2||

Pauree:

Serving the Perfect True Guru, I have found the Perfect Lord.

Meditating on the Perfect Lord, by perfect karma, I have enshrined the Shabad within my mind.

Through perfect spiritual wisdom and meditation, my filth has been washed away.

The Lord is my sacred shrine of pilgrimage and pool of purification; I wash my mind in Him.

One who dies in the Shabad and conquers his mind - blessed is the mother who gave birth to him.

He is true in the Court of the Lord, and his coming into this world is judged to be true.

No one can challenge that person, with whom our Lord and Master is pleased.

O Nanak, praising the True Lord, his pre-ordained destiny is activated. ||18||

Shalok, Third Mehl:

Those who give out ceremonial hats of recognition are fools; those who receive them have no shame.

The mouse cannot enter its hole with a basket tied around its waist.

Those who give out blessings shall die, and those that they bless shall also depart.

O Nanak, no one knows the Lord's Command, by which all must depart.

The spring harvest is the Name of the One Lord; the harvest of autumn is the True Name.

I receive a letter of pardon from my Lord and Master, when I reach His Court.

There are so many courts of the world, and so many who come and go there.

There are so many beggars begging; so many beg and beg until death. ||1||

First Mehl:

The elephant eats a hundred pounds of ghee and molasses, and five hundred pounds of corn.

He belches and grunts and scatters dust, and when the breath leaves his body, he regrets it.

The blind and arrogant die insane.

Submitting to the Lord, one become pleasing to Him.