Consider this and see, O my children and siblings; the Lord has given the True Guru the robe of supreme honor.

The True Guru Himself sat up, and appointed the successor to the Throne of Raja Yoga, the Yoga of Meditation and Success.

All the Sikhs, relatives, children and siblings have fallen at the Feet of Guru Ram Das. ||4||

Finally, the True Guru said, "When I am gone, sing Kirtan in Praise of the Lord, in Nirvaanaa."

Call in the long-haired scholarly Saints of the Lord, to read the sermon of the Lord, Har, Har.

Read the sermon of the Lord, and listen to the Lord's Name; the Guru is pleased with love for the Lord.

Do not bother with offering rice-balls on leaves, lighting lamps, and other rituals like floating the body out on the Ganges; instead, let my remains be given up to the Lord's Pool.

The Lord was pleased as the True Guru spoke; he was blended then with the all-knowing Primal Lord God.

The Guru then blessed the Sodhi Ram Das with the ceremonial tilak mark, the insignia of the True Word of the Shabad. ||5||

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And as the True Guru, the Primal Lord spoke, and the Gursikhs obeyed His Will.

His son Mohri turned sunmukh, and become obedient to Him; he bowed, and touched Ram Das' feet.

Then, everyone bowed and touched the feet of Ram Das, into whom the Guru infused His essence.

And any that did not bow then because of envy - later, the True Guru brought them around to bow in humility.

It pleased the Guru, the Lord, to bestow glorious greatness upon Him; such was the pre-ordained destiny of the Lord's Will.

Says Sundar, listen, O Saints: all the world fell at His feet. ||6||1||

Raamkalee, Fifth Mehl, Chhant:

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

Friend, my Friend - standing so near to me is my Friend!

Beloved, the Lord my Beloved - with my eyes, I have seen the Lord, my Beloved!

With my eyes I have seen Him, sleeping upon the bed within each and every heart; my Beloved is the sweetest ambrosial nectar.

He is with all, but he cannot be found; the fool does not know His taste.

Intoxicated with the wine of Maya, the mortal babbles on about trivial affairs; giving in to the illusion, he cannot meet the Lord.

Says Nanak, without the Guru, he cannot understand the Lord, the Friend who is standing near everyone. ||1||

God, my God - the Support of the breath of life is my God.

Merciful Lord, my Merciful Lord - the Giver of gifts is my Merciful Lord.

The Giver of gifts is infinite and unlimited; deep within each and every heart, He is so beautiful!

He created Maya, His slave, so powerfully pervasive - she has enticed all beings and creatures.

One whom the Lord saves, chants the True Name, and contemplates the Word of the Guru's Shabad.