Some are Yogis, celibates, religious scholars and thinkers.

Some dwell in homes, graveyards, cremation grounds and forests; but Maya still clings to them there. ||4||

When the Lord and Master releases one from his bonds,

the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, comes to dwell in his soul.

In the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, His humble servants are liberated; O Nanak, they are redeemed and enraptured by the Lord's Glance of Grace. ||5||2||18||

Maaroo, Fifth Mehl:

Meditate in remembrance on the One Immaculate Lord.

No one is turned away from Him empty-handed.

He cherished and preserved you in your mother's womb;

He blessed you with body and soul, and embellished you.

Each and every instant, meditate on that Creator Lord.

Meditating in remembrance on Him, all faults and mistakes are covered.

Enshrine the Lord's lotus feet deep within the nucleus of your self.

Save your soul from the waters of corruption.

Your cries and shrieks shall be ended;

meditating on the Lord of the Universe, your doubts and fears shall be dispelled.

Rare is that being, who finds the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy.

Nanak is a sacrifice, a sacrifice to Him. ||1||

The Lord's Name is the support of my mind and body.

Whoever meditates on Him is emancipated. ||1||Pause||

He believes that the false thing is true.

The ignorant fool falls in love with it.

He is intoxicated with the wine of sexual desire, anger and greed;

he loses this human life in exchance for a mere shell.

He abandons his own, and loves that of others.

His mind and body are permeated with the intoxication of Maya.

His thirsty desires are not quenched, although he indulges in pleasures.

His hopes are not fulfilled, and all his words are false.

He comes alone, and he goes alone.

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False is all his talk of me and you.

The Lord Himself administers the poisonous potion, to mislead and delude.

O Nanak, the the karma of past actions cannot be erased. ||2||

Beasts, birds, demons and ghosts

- in these many ways, the false wander in reincarnation.

Wherever they go, they cannot remain there.

They have no place of rest; they rise up again and again and run around.

Their minds and bodies are filled with immense, expansive desires.

The poor wretches are cheated by egotism.

They are filled with countless sins, and are severely punished.

The extent of this cannot be estimated.

Forgetting God, they fall into hell.

There are no mothers there, no siblings, no friends and no spouses.

Those humble beings, unto whom the Lord and Master becomes Merciful,

O Nanak, cross over. ||3||

Rambling and roaming, wandering around, I came to seek the Sanctuary of God.