Shri Guru Granth Sahib
Raag Aasaa

with that, I am joined to you.

With that, everyone longs for you;

without it, no one would even look at your face. ||1||

Where is that detached soul now contained?

Without it, you are miserable. ||1||Pause||

With that, you are the woman of the house;

with that, you are respected.

With that, you are caressed;

without it, you are reduced to dust. ||2||

With that, you have honor and respect;

with that, you have relatives in the world.

With that, you are adorned in every way;

without it, you are reduced to dust. ||3||

That detached soul is neither born, nor dies.

It acts according to the Command of the Lord's Will.

O Nanak, having fashioned the body, the Lord unites the soul with it, and separates them again;

He alone knows His All-powerful creative nature. ||4||31||82||

Aasaa, Fifth Mehl:

Section 08 - Raag Aasaa - Part 045

He does not die, so I do not fear.

He does not perish, so I do not grieve.

He is not poor, so I do not hunger.

He is not in pain, so I do not suffer. ||1||

There is no other Destroyer than Him.

He is my very life, the Giver of life. ||1||Pause||

He is not bound, so I am not in bondage.

He has no occupation, so I have no entanglements.

He has no impurities, so I have no impurities.

He is in ecstasy, so I am always happy. ||2||

He has no anxiety, so I have no cares.

He has no stain, so I have no pollution.

He has no hunger, so I have no thirst.

Since He is immaculately pure, I correspond to Him. ||3||

I am nothing; He is the One and only.

Before and after, He alone exists.

O Nanak, the Guru has taken away my doubts and mistakes;

He and I, joining together, are of the same color. ||4||32||83||

Aasaa, Fifth Mehl:

Serve Him in many different ways;

Dedicate your soul, your breath of life and your wealth to Him.

Carry water for Him, and wave the fan over Him - renounce your ego.

Make yourself a sacrifice to Him, time and time again. ||1||

She alone is the happy soul-bride, who is pleasing to God.

In her company, I may meet Him, O my mother. ||1||Pause||

I am the water-carrier of the slaves of His slaves.

I treasure in my soul the dust of their feet.

By that good destiny inscribed upon my forehead, I obtain their society.

Through His Love, the Lord Master meets me. ||2||

I dedicate all to Him - chanting and meditation, austerity and religious observances.

I offer all to Him - good actions, righteous conduct and incense burning.

Renouncing pride and attachment, I become the dust of the feet of the Saints.

In their society, I behold God with my eyes. ||3||

Each and every moment, I contemplate and adore Him.

Day and night, I serve Him like this.