Their bodies are cursed, and their wealth is cursed - they are imbued with Maya. ||1||Pause||

The servant carries the bags of money on his head,

but it goes to his master's house, and he receives only pain.

The man sits as a king in his dreams,

but when he opens his eyes, he sees that it was all in vain. ||2||

The watchman oversees the field of another,

but the field belongs to his master, while he must get up and depart.

He works so hard, and suffers for that field,

but still, nothing comes into his hands. ||3||

The dream is His, and the kingdom is His;

He who has given the wealth of Maya, has infused the desire for it.

He Himself annihilates, and He Himself restores.

Nanak offers this prayer to God. ||4||11||80||

Gauree Gwaarayree, Fifth Mehl:

I have gazed upon the many forms of Maya, in so many ways.

With pen and paper, I have written clever things.

I have seen what it is to be a chief, a king, and an emperor,

but they do not satisfy the mind. ||1||

Show me that peace, O Saints,

which will quench my thirst and satisfy my mind. ||1||Pause||

You may have horses as fast as the wind, elephants to ride on,

sandalwood oil, and beautiful women in bed,

actors in dramas, singing in theaters

- but even with them, the mind does not find contentment. ||2||

You may have a throne at the royal court, with beautiful decorations and soft carpets,

all sorts of luscious fruits and beautiful gardens,

the excitement of the chase and princely pleasures

- but still, the mind is not made happy by such illusory diversions. ||3||

In their kindness, the Saints have told me of the True One,

and so I have obtained all comforts and joy.

In the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, I sing the Kirtan of the Lord's Praises.

Says Nanak, through great good fortune, I have found this. ||4||

One who obtains the wealth of the Lord becomes happy.

By God's Grace, I have joined the Saadh Sangat. ||1||Second Pause||12||81||

Gauree Gwaarayree, Fifth Mehl:

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The mortal claims this body as his own.

Again and again, he clings to it.

He is entangled with his children, his wife and household affairs.

He cannot be the slave of the Lord. ||1||

What is that way, by which the Lord's Praises might be sung?

What is that intellect, by which this person might swim across, O mother? ||1||Pause||

That which is for his own good, he thinks is evil.

If someone tells him the truth, he looks upon that as poison.

He cannot tell victory from defeat.

This is the way of life in the world of the faithless cynic. ||2||

The demented fool drinks in the deadly poison,

while he believes the Ambrosial Naam to be bitter.