O Nanak, my Beloved is forever Merciful; out of millions, hardly anyone realizes Him. ||1||

O Beloved, Your state is inaccessible and infinite.

You save even the worst sinners.

He is the Purifier of sinners, the Lover of His devotees, the Ocean of mercy, our Lord and Master.

In the Society of the Saints, vibrate and meditate on Him with commitment forever; He is the Inner-knower, the Searcher of hearts.

Those who wander in reincarnation through millions of births, are saved and carried across, by meditating in remembrance on the Naam.

Nanak is thirsty for the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan, O Dear Lord; please take care of him. ||2||

My mind is absorbed in the Lotus Feet of the Lord.

O God, You are the water; Your humble servants are fish.

O Dear God, You alone are the water and the fish. I know that there is no difference between the two.

Please take hold of my arm and bless me with Your Name. I am honored only by Your Grace.

In the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, vibrate and meditate with love on the One Lord of the Universe, who is Merciful to the meek.

Nanak, the lowly and helpless, seeks the Sanctuary of the Lord, who in His Kindness has made him His Own. ||3||

He unites us with Himself.

Our Sovereign Lord King is the Destroyer of fear.

My Wondrous Lord and Master is the Inner-knower, the Searcher of hearts. My Beloved, the Treasure of virtue, has met me.

Supreme happiness and peace well up, as I cherish the Glorious Virtues of the Lord of the Universe.

Meeting with Him, I am embellished and exalted; gazing on Him, I am fascinated, and I realize my pre-ordained destiny.

Prays Nanak, I seek the Sanctuary of those who meditate on the Lord, Har, Har. ||4||1||

Vaar Of Malaar, First Mehl, Sung To The Tune Of Rana Kailaash And Malda:

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

Shalok, Third Mehl:

Meeting with the Guru, the mind is delighted, like the earth embellished by the rain.

Everything becomes green and lush; the pools and ponds are filled to overflowing.

The inner self is imbued with the deep crimson color of love for the True Lord.

The heart-lotus blossoms forth and the mind becomes true; through the Word of the Guru's Shabad, it is ecstatic and exalted.

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The self-willed manmukh is on the wrong side. You can see this with your own eyes.

He is caught in the trap like the deer; the Messenger of Death hovers over his head.

Hunger, thirst and slander are evil; sexual desire and anger are horrible.

These cannot be seen with your eyes, until you contemplate the Word of the Shabad.

Whoever is pleasing to You is content; all his entanglements are gone.

Serving the Guru, his capital is preserved. The Guru is the ladder and the boat.