Whatever is in my conscious mind, O Lord and Master - that condition of mine is known only to You, Lord.

Night and day, I chant Your Name, and I find peace. I live by placing my hopes in You, Lord. ||2||

The Guru, the True Guru, the Giver, has shown me the Way; my Lord God came and met me.

Night and day, I am filled with bliss; by great good fortune, all of the hopes of His humble servant have been fulfilled. ||3||

O Lord of the World, Master of the Universe, everything is under Your control.

Servant Nanak has come to Your Sanctuary, Lord; please, preserve the honor of Your humble servant. ||4||6||20||58||

Gauree Poorbee, Fourth Mehl:

This mind does not hold still, even for an instant. Distracted by all sorts of distractions, it wanders around aimlessly in the ten directions.

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I have found the Perfect Guru, through great good fortune; He has given me the Mantra of the Lord's Name, and my mind has become quiet and tranquil. ||1||

O Lord, I am the slave of the True Guru. ||1||Pause||

My forehead has been branded with His brand; I owe such a great debt to the Guru.

He has been so generous and kind to me; He has carried me across the treacherous and terrifying world-ocean. ||2||

Those who do not have love for the Lord within their hearts, harbor only false intentions and goals.

As paper breaks down and dissolves in water, the self-willed manmukh wastes away in arrogant pride. ||3||

I know nothing, and I do not know the future; as the Lord keeps me, so do I stand.

For my failings and mistakes, O Guru, grant me Your Grace; servant Nanak is Your obedient dog. ||4||7||21||59||

Gauree Poorbee, Fourth Mehl:

The body-village is filled to overflowing with sexual desire and anger, which were broken into bits when I met with the Holy Saint.

By pre-ordained destiny, I have met with the Guru. I have entered into the realm of the Lord's Love. ||1||

Greet the Holy Saint with your palms pressed together; this is an act of great merit.

Bow down before Him; this is a virtuous action indeed. ||1||Pause||

The wicked shaaktas, the faithless cynics, do not know the taste of the Lord's sublime essence. The thorn of egotism is embedded deep within them.

The more they walk away, the deeper it sticks into them, and the more they suffer in pain, until finally, the Messenger of Death smashes his club against their heads. ||2||

The humble servants of the Lord are absorbed in the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. The pain of birth and the fear of death are eradicated.

They have obtained the Imperishable Supreme Being, the Transcendent Lord God, and they obtain great honor throughout all the worlds and realms. ||3||

I am poor and meek, God, but I am Yours! Save me, please save me, O Greatest of the Great!