Listen, O my companions, and sister soul-brides, let's join together and sing the songs of joy.

Loving our God with mind and body, let's ravish and enjoy Him.

Lovingly enjoying Him, we become pleasing to Him; let's not reject Him, for a moment, even for an instant.

Let's hug Him close in our embrace, and not feel shy; let's bathe our minds in the dust of His feet.

With the intoxicating drug of devotional worship, let's entice Him, and not wander anywhere else.

Prays Nanak, meeting with our True Friend, we attain the immortal status. ||2||

I am wonder-struck and amazed, gazing upon the Glories of my Imperishable Lord.

He took my hand, and held my arm, and cut away the noose of Death.

Holding me by the arm, He made me His slave; the branch has sprouted in abundance.

Pollution, attachment and corruption have run away; the immaculate day has dawned.

Casting His Glance of Grace, the Lord loves me with His Mind; my immense evil-mindedness is dispelled.

Prays Nanak, I have become immaculate and pure; I have met the Imperishable Lord God. ||3||

The rays of light merge with the sun, and water merges with water.

One's light blends with the Light, and one becomes totally perfect.

I see God, hear God, and speak of the One and only God.

The soul is the Creator of the expanse of creation. Without God, I know no other at all.

He Himself is the Creator, and He Himself is the Enjoyer. He created the Creation.

Prays Nanak, they alone know this, who drink in the subtle essence of the Lord. ||4||2||

Section 20 - Raag Bilaaval - Part 053

Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl, Chhant:

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

Come, O my sisters, come, O my companions, and let us remain under the Lord's control. Let's sing the Songs of Bliss of our Husband Lord.

Renounce your pride, O my companions, renounce your egotistical pride, O my sisters, so that you may become pleasing to your Beloved.

Renounce pride, emotional attachment, corruption and duality, and serve the One Immaculate Lord.

Hold tight to the Sanctuary of the Feet of the Merciful Lord, your Beloved, the Destroyer of all sins.

Be the slave of His slaves, forsake sorrow and sadness, and do not bother with other devices.

Prays Nanak, O Lord, please bless me with Your Mercy, that I may sing Your songs of bliss. ||1||

The Ambrosial Naam, the Name of my Beloved, is like a cane to a blind man.

Maya seduces in so many ways, like a beautiful enticing woman.

This enticer is so incredibly beautiful and clever; she entices with countless suggestive gestures.

Maya is stubborn and persistent; she seems so sweet to the mind, and then he does not chant the Naam.