From a king to a worm, and from a worm to the lord of gods, they engage in evil to fill their bellies.

They renounce the Lord, the Ocean of Mercy, and worship some other; they are thieves and killers of the soul. ||1||

Forgetting the Lord, they suffer in sorrow and die.

They wander lost in reincarnation through all sorts of species; they do not find shelter anywhere. ||1||Pause||

Those who abandon their Lord and Master and think of some other, are foolish, stupid, idiotic donkeys.

How can they cross over the ocean in a paper boat? Their eogtistical boasts that they will cross over are meaningless. ||2||

Shiva, Brahma, angels and demons, all burn in the fire of death.

Nanak seeks the Sanctuary of the Lord's Lotus Feet; O God, Creator, please do not send me into exile. ||3||4||

Raag Malaar, Fifth Mehl, Du-Padas, First House:

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

My God is detached and free of desire.

I cannot survive without Him, even for an instant. I am so in love with Him. ||1||Pause||

Associating with the Saints, God has come into my consciousness. By their Grace, I have been awakened.

Hearing the Teachings, my mind has become immaculate. Imbued with the Lord's Love, I sing His Glorious Praises. ||1||

Dedicating this mind, I have made friends with the Saints. They have become merciful to me; I am very fortunate.

I have found absolute peace - I cannot describe it. Nanak has obtained the dust of the feet of the humble. ||2||1||5||

Malaar, Fifth Mehl:

O mother, please lead me to union with my Beloved.

All my friends and companions sleep totally in peace; their Beloved Lord has come into the homes of their hearts. ||1||Pause||

I am worthless; God is forever Merciful. I am unworthy; what clever tricks could I try?

I claim to be on a par with those who are imbued with the Love of their Beloved. This is my stubborn egotism. ||1||

I am dishonored - I seek the Sanctuary of the One, the Guru, the True Guru, the Primal Being, the Giver of peace.

In an instant, all my pains have been taken away; Nanak passes the night of his life in peace. ||2||2||6||

Malaar, Fifth Mehl:

Rain down, O cloud; do not delay.

O beloved cloud, O support of the mind, you bring lasting bliss and joy to the mind. ||1||Pause||

I take to Your Support, O my Lord and Master; how could You forget me?

Section 31 - Raag Malaar - Part 015

I am Your beautiful bride, Your servant and slave. I have no nobility without my Husband Lord. ||1||

When my Lord and Master listened to my prayer, He hurried to shower me with His Mercy.

Says Nanak, I have become just like my Husband Lord; I am blessed with honor, nobility and the lifestyle of goodness. ||2||3||7||

Malaar, Fifth Mehl:

Meditate on the True Name of your Beloved.