Slave Nanak seeks Your Sancuary, Lord; as it pleases Your Will, so do You guide him. ||2||75||98||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

O my mind, the Naam is the most sublime peace.

Other affairs of Maya are corrupt. They are nothing more than dust. ||1||Pause||

The mortal has fallen into the deep dark pit of household attachment; it is a horrible, dark hell.

He wanders in various incarnations, growing weary; he wanders through them again and again. ||1||

O Purifier of sinners, O Lover of Your devotees, please shower Your Mercy on Your meek servant.

With palms pressed together, Nanak begs for this blessing: O Lord, please save me in the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy. ||2||76||99||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

The Glorious Radiance of the Lord has spread out everywhere.

The doubts of my mind and body are all erased, and I am rid of the three diseases. ||1||Pause||

My thirst is quenched, and my hopes have all been fulfilled; my sorrows and sufferings are over.

Singing the Glorious Praises of the Unmoving, Eternal, Unchanging Lord God, my mind, body and soul are comforted and encouraged. ||1||

Sexual desire, anger, greed, pride and envy are destroyed in the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy.

He is the Lover of His devotees, the Destroyer of fear; O Nanak, He is our Mother and Father. ||2||77||100||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

Without the Naam, the Name of the Lord, the world is miserable.

Like a dog, its desires are never satisfied; it clings to the ashes of corruption. ||1||Pause||

Administering the intoxicating drug, God Himself leads the mortals astray; they are reincarnated again and again.

He does not meditate in remembrance on the Lord, even for an instant, and so the Messenger of Death makes him suffer. ||1||

Please be merciful to me, O Destroyer of the pains of the meek and the poor; let me be the dust of the feet of the Saints.

Section 30 - Raag Saarang - Part 028

Slave Nanak asks for the Blessed Vision of God. It is the Support of his mind and body. ||2||78||101||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

Without the Name of the Lord, the soul is polluted.

The True Lord God has Himself administered the intoxicating drug of corruption, and led the mortal astray. ||1||Pause||

Wandering through millions of incarnations in countless ways, he does not find stability anywhere.

The faithless cynic does not intuitively meet with the Perfect True Guru; he continues coming and going in reincarnation. ||1||

Please save me, O All-powerful Lord God, O Great Giver; O God, You are Inaccessible and Infinite.

Slave Nanak seeks Your Sanctuary, to cross over the terrible world-ocean, and reach the other shore. ||2||79||102||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

To chant the Glorious Praises of the Lord is Sublime.