Slave Nanak longs for the dust of the feet of the humble; attached to the hem of His robe, he is saved. ||2||97||120||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

The Lord's humble servants yearn for the Lord's Name.

In thought, word and deed, they long for this peace, to gaze with their eyes upon the Blessed Vision of God's Darshan. ||1||Pause||

You are Endless, O God, my Supreme Lord and Master; Your state cannot be known.

My mind is pierced through by the Love of Your Lotus Feet; this is everything to me - I enshrine it deep within my being. ||1||

In the Vedas, the Puraanas and the Simritees, the humble and the Holy chant this Bani with their tongues.

Chanting the Lord's Name, O Nanak, I am emancipated; other teachings of duality are useless. ||2||98||121||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

A fly! You are just a fly, created by the Lord.

Wherever it stinks, you land there; you suck in the most toxic stench. ||1||Pause||

You don't stay put anywhere; I have seen this with my eyes.

You have not spared anyone, except the Saints - the Saints are on the side of the Lord of the Universe. ||1||

You have enticed all beings and creatures; no one knows You, except the Saints.

Slave Nanak is imbued with the Kirtan of the Lord's Praises. Focusing his consciousness on the Word of the Shabad, he realizes the Presence of the True Lord. ||2||99||122||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

O mother, the noose of Death has been cut away.

Chanting the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, I have found total peace. I remain unattached in the midst of my household. ||1||Pause||

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Granting His Grace, He has made me His Own. The thirst for the Blessed Vision of His Darshan wells up within me.

Joining the Society of the Saints, I sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord; I have given up other hopes. ||1||

The Saint has pulled me out of the utterly desolate wilderness, and shown me the path.

Gazing upon His Darshan, all sins are taken away; Nanak is blessed with the jewel of the Lord. ||2||100||123||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

O mother, I am involved with the Love of the Lord;

I am intoxicated with it. My mind has such a longing and thirst for the Blessed Vision, the Darshan of my Beauteous Lord. No one can break this. ||1||Pause||

The Lord is my breath of life, honor, spouse, parent, child, relative, wealth - everything.

Cursed is this body of bones, this pile of maggots and manure, if it knows any other than the Lord. ||1||

The Destroyer of the pains of the poor has become merciful to me, by the power of the karma of my past actions.

Nanak seeks the Sanctuary of God, the Treasure, the Ocean of Mercy; my subservience to others is past. ||2||101||124||

Saarang, Fifth Mehl:

The Lord's melody is noble and sublime.