Such is the love for my Beloved which imbues me; my light has merged into the Light. ||2||

Without water, the rainbird cries out, "Pri-o! Pri-o! - Beloved! Beloved!" It cries and wails and laments.

The thundering clouds rain down in the ten directions; its thirst is not quenched until it catches the rain-drop in its mouth. ||3||

The fish lives in water, from which it was born. It finds peace and pleasure according to its past actions.

It cannot survive without water for a moment, even for an instant. Life and death depend on it. ||4||

The soul-bride is separated from her Husband Lord, who lives in His Own Country. He sends the Shabad, His Word, through the True Guru.

She gathers virtues, and enshrines God within her heart. Imbued with devotion, she is happy. ||5||

Everyone cries out, "Beloved! Beloved!" But she alone finds her Beloved, who is pleasing to the Guru.

Our Beloved is always with us; through the Truth, He blesses us with His Grace, and unites us in His Union. ||6||

He is the life of the soul in each and every soul; He permeates and pervades each and every heart.

By Guru's Grace, He is revealed within the home of my heart; I am intuitively, naturally, absorbed into Him. ||7||

He Himself shall resolve all your affairs, when you meet with the Giver of peace, the Lord of the World.

By Guru's Grace, you shall find your Husband Lord within your own home; then, O Nanak, the fire within you shall be quenched. ||8||1||

Malaar, First Mehl:

Remain awake and aware, serving the Guru; except for the Lord, no one is mine.

Even by making all sorts of efforts, you shall not remain here; it shall melt like glass in the fire. ||1||

Tell me - why are you so proud of your body and wealth?

They shall vanish in an instant; O madman, this is how the world is wasting away, in egotism and pride. ||1||Pause||

Hail to the Lord of the Universe, God, our Saving Grace; He judges and saves the mortal beings.

All that is, belongs to You. No one else is equal to You. ||2||

Creating all beings and creatures, their ways and means are under Your control; You bless the Gurmukhs with the ointment of spiritual wisdom.

My Eternal, Unmastered Lord is over the heads of all. He is the Destroyer of death and rebirth, doubt and fear. ||3||

Section 31 - Raag Malaar - Part 021

This wretched world is a fortress of paper, of color and form and clever tricks.

A tiny drop of water or a little puff of wind destroys its glory; in an instant, its life is ended. ||4||

It is like a tree-house near the bank of a river, with a serpent's den in that house.

When the river overflows, what happens to the tree house? The snake bites, like duality in the mind. ||5||