Servant Nanak's mind is filled with bliss, O my soul; the unstruck sound-current of the Shabad vibrates within. ||2||

If only my friends and companions would come and unite me with my Lord God, O my soul.

I offer my mind to the one who recites the sermon of my Lord God, O my soul.

As Gurmukh, ever worship the Lord in adoration, O my soul, and you shall obtain the fruits of your heart's desires.

O Nanak, hurry to the Lord's Sanctuary; O my soul, those who meditate on the Lord's Name are very fortunate. ||3||

By His Mercy, God comes to meet us, O my soul; through the Guru's Teachings, He reveals His Name.

Without the Lord, I am so sad, O my soul - as sad as the lotus without water.

The Perfect Guru has united me, O my soul, with the Lord, my best friend, the Lord God.

Blessed, blessed is the Guru, who has shown me the Lord, O my soul; servant Nanak blossoms forth in the Name of the Lord. ||4||1||

Raag Bihaagraa, Fourth Mehl:

The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is Ambrosial Nectar, O my soul; through the Guru's Teachings, this Nectar is obtained.

Pride in Maya is poison, O my soul; through the Ambrosial Nectar of the Name, this poison is eradicated.

The dry mind is rejuvenated, O my soul, meditating on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har.

The Lord has given me the pre-ordained blessing of high destiny, O my soul; servant Nanak merges in the Naam, the Name of the Lord. ||1||

My mind is attached to the Lord, O my soul, like the infant, sucking his mother's milk.

Without the Lord, I find no peace, O my soul; I am like the song-bird, crying out without the rain drops.

Go, and seek the Sanctuary of the True Guru, O my soul; He shall tell you of the Glorious Virtues of the Lord God.

Servant Nanak has merged into the Lord, O my soul; the many melodies of the Shabad resound within his heart. ||2||

Through egotism, the self-willed manmukhs are separated, O my soul; bound to poison, they are burnt by egotism.

Like the pigeon, which itself falls into the trap, O my soul, all the self-willed manmukhs fall under the influence of death.

Those self-willed manmukhs who focus their consciousness on Maya, O my soul, are foolish, evil demons.

Section 11 - Raag Bihaagra - Part 003

The Lord's humble servants beseech and implore Him, and enter His Sanctuary, O my soul; Guru Nanak becomes their Divine Protector. ||3||

The Lord's humble servants are saved, through the Love of the Lord, O my soul; by their pre-ordained good destiny, they obtain the Lord.

The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is the ship, O my soul, and the Guru is the helmsman. Through the Word of the Shabad, He ferries us across.

The Lord, Har, Har, is all-powerful and very kind, O my soul; through the Guru, the True Guru, He seems so sweet.