O Nanak, she walks in harmony with the Will of her Husband Lord; she enjoys peace and pleasure forever. ||1||

Third Mehl:

Why are you standing up, standing up to look? You poor wretch, this cloud has nothing in its hands.

The One who sent this cloud - cherish Him in your mind.

He alone enshrines the Lord in his mind, upon whom the Lord bestows His Glance of Grace.

O Nanak, all those who lack this Grace, cry and weep and wail. ||2||

Pauree:

Serve the Lord forever; He acts in no time at all.

He stretched the sky across the heavens; in an instant, He creates and destroys.

He Himself created the world; He contemplates His Creative Omnipotence.

The self-willed manmukh will be called to account hereafter; he will be severely punished.

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The Gurmukh's account is settled with honor; the Lord blesses him with the treasure of His Praise.

No one's hands can reach there; no one will hear anyone's cries.

The True Guru will be your best friend there; at the very last instant, He will save you.

These beings should serve no other than the True Guru or the Creator Lord above the heads of all. ||6||

Shalok, Third Mehl:

O rainbird, the One unto whom you call - everyone longs for that Lord.

When He grants His Grace, it rains, and the forests and fields blossom forth in their greenery.

By Guru's Grace, He is found; only a rare few understand this.

Sitting down and standing up, meditate continually on Him, and be at peace forever and ever.

O Nanak, the Ambrosial Nectar rains down forever; the Lord gives it to the Gurmukh. ||1||

Third Mehl:

When the people of the world are suffering in pain, they call upon the Lord in loving prayer.

The True Lord naturally listens and hears and gives comfort.

He commands the god of rain, and the rain pours down in torrents.

Corn and wealth are produced in great abundance and prosperity; their value cannot be estimated.

O Nanak, praise the Naam, the Name of the Lord; He reaches out and gives sustenance to all beings.

Eating this, peace is produced, and the mortal never again suffers in pain. ||2||

Pauree:

O Dear Lord, You are the Truest of the True. You blend those who are truthful into Your Own Being.

Those caught in duality are on the side of duality; entrenched in falsehood, they cannot merge into the Lord.

You Yourself unite, and You Yourself separate; You display Your Creative Omnipotence.

Attachment brings the sorrow of separation; the mortal acts in accordance with pre-ordained destiny.

I am a sacrifice to those who remain lovingly attached to the Lord's Feet.

They are like the lotus which remains detached, floating upon the water.

They are peaceful and beautiful forever; they eradicate self-conceit from within.