The rainbird is very smart; in its consciousness, it longs for the friendly rain.

It longs for that, to which its breath of life is attached.

It wanders depressed, from forest to forest, for the sake of a drop of water.

O Lord! In just the same way, the humble servant of the Lord begs for the Naam, the Name of the Lord. Nanak is a sacrifice to him. ||11||

The Consciousness of my Friend is incomparably beautiful. Its mystery cannot be known.

One who purchases the priceless virtues realizes the essence of reality.

When the consciousness is absorbed in the supreme consciousness, great joy and bliss are found.

O Lord! When the fickle thieves are overcome, the true wealth is obtained. ||12||

In a dream, I was lifted up; why didn't I grasp the hem of His Robe?

Gazing upon the Beautiful Lord relaxing there, my mind was charmed and fascinated.

I am searching for His Feet - tell me, where can I find Him?

O Lord! Tell me how I can find my Beloved, O my companion. ||13||

The eyes which do not see the Holy - those eyes are miserable.

The ears which do not hear the Sound-current of the Naad - those ears might just as well be plugged.

The tongue which does not chant the Naam ought to be cut out, bit by bit.

O Lord! When the mortal forgets the Lord of the Universe, the Sovereign Lord King, he grows weaker day by day. ||14||

The wings of the bumble bee are caught in the intoxicating fragrant petals of the lotus.

With its limbs entangled in the petals, it loses its senses.

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