Section 07 - Raag Gauree - Part 005

I say to you, O my body: listen to my advice!

You slander, and then praise others; you indulge in lies and gossip.

You gaze upon the wives of others, O my soul; you steal and commit evil deeds.

But when the swan departs, you shall remain behind, like an abandoned woman. ||2||

O body, you are living in a dream! What good deeds have you done?

When I stole something by deception, then my mind was pleased.

I have no honor in this world, and I shall find no shelter in the world hereafter. My life has been lost, wasted in vain! ||3||

I am totally miserable! O Baba Nanak, no one cares for me at all! ||1||Pause||

Turkish horses, gold, silver and loads of gorgeous clothes

- none of these shall go with you, O Nanak. They are lost and left behind, you fool!

I have tasted all the sugar candy and sweets, but Your Name alone is Ambrosial Nectar. ||4||

Digging deep foundations, the walls are constructed, but in the end, the buildings return to heaps of dust.

People gather and hoard their possessions, and give nothing to anyone else - the poor fools think that everything is theirs.

Riches do not remain with anyone - not even the golden palaces of Sri Lanka. ||5||

Listen, you foolish and ignorant mind

- only His Will prevails. ||1||Pause||

My Banker is the Great Lord and Master. I am only His petty merchant.

This soul and body all are His. He Himself kills, and brings back to life. ||6||1||13||

Gauree Chaytee, First Mehl:

There are five of them, but I am all alone. How can I protect my hearth and home, O my mind?

They are beating and plundering me over and over again; unto whom can I complain? ||1||

Chant the Name of the Supreme Lord, O my mind.

Otherwise, in the world hereafter, you will have to face the awesome and cruel army of Death. ||1||Pause||

God has erected the temple of the body; He has placed the nine doors, and the soul-bride sits within.

She enjoys the sweet play again and again, while the five demons are plundering her. ||2||

In this way, the temple is being demolished; the body is being plundered, and the soul-bride, left all alone, is captured.

Death strikes her down with his rod, the shackles are placed around her neck, and now the five have left. ||3||

The wife yearns for gold and silver, and her friends, the senses, yearn for good food.

O Nanak, she commits sins for their sake; she shall go, bound and gagged, to the City of Death. ||4||2||14||

Gauree Chaytee, First Mehl:

Let your ear-rings be those ear-rings which pierce deep within your heart. Let your body be your patched coat.

Let the five passions be disciples under your control, O begging Yogi, and make this mind your walking stick. ||1||

Thus you shall find the Way of Yoga.