I am a sacrifice, my soul is a sacrifice, to those who focus their consciousness on the Guru's Feet.

The True Guru is the True Pool of Nectar; bathing in it, the mind is washed clean of all filth. ||1||Pause||

Your limits, O True Lord, are not known to anyone.

Rare are those who, by Guru's Grace, focus their consciousness on You.

Praising You, I am never satisfied; such is the hunger I feel for the True Name. ||2||

I see only the One, and no other.

By Guru's Grace, I drink in the Ambrosial Nectar.

My thirst is quenched by the Word of the Guru's Shabad; I am absorbed in intuitive peace and poise. ||3||

The Priceless Jewel is discarded like straw;

the blind self-willed manmukhs are attached to the love of duality.

As they plant, so do they harvest. They shall not obtain peace, even in their dreams. ||4||

Those who are blessed with His Mercy find the Lord.

The Word of the Guru's Shabad abides in the mind.

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Night and day, they remain in the Fear of God; conquering their fears, their doubts are dispelled. ||5||

Dispelling their doubts, they find a lasting peace.

By Guru's Grace, the supreme status is attained.

Deep within, they are pure, and their words are pure as well; intuitively, they sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord. ||6||

They recite the Simritees, the Shaastras and the Vedas,

but deluded by doubt, they do not understand the essence of reality.

Without serving the True Guru, they find no peace; they earn only pain and misery. ||7||

The Lord Himself acts; unto whom should we complain?

How can anyone complain that the Lord has made a mistake?

O Nanak, the Lord Himself does, and causes things to be done; chanting the Naam, we are absorbed in the Naam. ||8||7||8||

Maajh, Third Mehl:

He Himself imbues us with His Love, with effortless ease.

Through the Word of the Guru's Shabad, we are dyed in the color of the Lord's Love.

This mind and body are so imbued, and this tongue is dyed in the deep crimson color of the poppy. Through the Love and the Fear of God, we are dyed in this color. ||1||

I am a sacrifice, my soul is a sacrifice, to those who enshrine the Fearless Lord within their minds.

By Guru's Grace, I meditate on the Fearless Lord; the Shabad has carried me across the poisonous world-ocean. ||1||Pause||

The idiotic self-willed manmukhs try to be clever,

but in spite of their bathing and washing, they shall not be acceptable.

As they came, so shall they go, regretting the mistakes they made. ||2||

The blind, self-willed manmukhs do not understand anything;

death was pre-ordained for them when they came into the world, but they do not understand.