Songs, sounds, pleasures and clever tricks;

joy, love and the power to command;

fine clothes and food - these have no place in one's consciousness.

True intuitive peace and poise rest in the Naam. ||1||

What do I know about what God does?

Without the Naam, the Name of the Lord, nothing makes my body feel good. ||1||Pause||

Yoga, thrills, delicious flavors and ecstasy;

wisdom, truth and love all come from devotion to the Lord of the Universe.

My own occupation is to work to praise the Lord.

Deep within, I dwell on the Lord of the sun and the moon. ||2||

I have lovingly enshrined the love of my Beloved within my heart.

My Husband Lord, the Lord of the World, is the Master of the meek and the poor.

Night and day, the Naam is my giving in charity and fasting.

The waves have subsided, contemplating the essence of reality. ||3||

What power do I have to speak the Unspoken?

I worship You with devotion; You inspire me to do so.

You dwell deep within; my egotism is dispelled.

So whom should I serve? There is no other than You. ||4||

The Word of the Guru's Shabad is utterly sweet and sublime.

Such is the Ambrosial Nectar I see deep within.

Those who taste this, attain the state of perfection.

O Nanak, they are satisfied, and their bodies are at peace. ||5||14||

Prabhaatee, First Mehl:

Deep within, I see the Shabad, the Word of God; my mind is pleased and appeased. Nothing else can touch and imbue me.

Day and night, God watches over and cares for His beings and creatures; He is the Ruler of all. ||1||

My God is dyed in the most beautiful and glorious color.

Merciful to the meek and the poor, my Beloved is the Enticer of the mind; He is so very sweet, imbued with the deep crimson color of His Love. ||1||Pause||

The Well is high up in the Tenth Gate; the Ambrosial Nectar flows, and I drink it in.

The creation is His; He alone knows its ways and means. The Gurmukh contemplates spiritual wisdom. ||2||

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The rays of light spread out, and the heart-lotus joyfully blossoms forth; the sun enters into the house of the moon.

I have conquered death; the desires of the mind are destroyed. By Guru's Grace, I have found God. ||3||

I am dyed in the deep crimson color of His Love. I am not colored by any other color.

O Nanak, my tongue is saturated with the taste of God, who is permeating and pervading everywhere. ||4||15||

Prabhaatee, First Mehl:

The Yogis are divided into twelve schools, the Sannyaasees into ten.

The Yogis and those wearing religious robes, and the Jains with their all hair plucked out - without the Word of the Shabad, the noose is around their necks. ||1||

Those who are imbued with the Shabad are the perfectly detached renunciates.