He remains in continual ecstasy, day and night, and is spontaneously absorbed into the Naam.

You, O Lord, O Primal Being, are the Limitless Creator; Your limits cannot be found. ||2||

You are the True, Transcendent Lord, forever imperishable. The Lord, Har, Har, is the treasure of virtue.

The Lord God, Har, Har, is the One and only; there is no other at all. You Yourself are the all-knowing Lord.

You are the all-knowing Lord, the most exalted and auspicious; there is no other as great as You.

The Word of Your Shabad is pervading in all; whatever You do, comes to pass.

The One Lord God is permeating all; the Gurmukh comes to understand the Lord's Name.

You are the True, Transcendent Lord, forever imperishable. The Lord, Har, Har, is the treasure of virtue. ||3||

You are the Creator of all, and all greatness is Yours. As it pleases Your Will, so do we act.

As it pleases Your Will, so do we act. All are merged into Your Shabad.

When it pleases Your Will, we obtain greatness through Your Shabad.

The Gurmukh obtains wisdom, and eliminates his self-conceit, and remains absorbed in the Shabad.

The Gurmukh obtains Your incomprehensible Shabad; O Nanak, he remains merged in the Naam.

You are the Creator of all, and all greatness is Yours. As it pleases Your Will, so do we act. ||4||7||14||

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

Aasaa, Fourth Mehl, Chhant, Fourth House:

My eyes are wet with the Nectar of the Lord, and my mind is imbued with His Love, O Lord King.

The Lord applied His touch-stone to my mind, and found it one hundred per cent gold.

As Gurmukh, I am dyed in the deep red of the poppy, and my mind and body are drenched with His Love.

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Servant Nanak is drenched with His Fragrance; blessed, blessed is his entire life. ||1||

The Bani of the Lord's Love is the pointed arrow, which has pierced my mind, O Lord King.

Only those who feel the pain of this love, know how to endure it.

Those who die, and remain dead while yet alive, are said to be Jivan Mukta, liberated while yet alive.

O Lord, unite servant Nanak with the True Guru, that he may cross over the terrifying world-ocean. ||2||

I am foolish and ignorant, but I have taken to His Sanctuary; may I merge in the Love of the Lord of the Universe, O Lord King.

Through the Perfect Guru, I have obtained the Lord, and I beg for the one blessing of devotion to the Lord.

My mind and body blossom forth through the Word of the Shabad; I meditate on the Lord of infinite waves.

Meeting with the humble Saints, Nanak finds the Lord, in the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation. ||3||

O Merciful to the meek, hear my prayer, O Lord God; You are my Master, O Lord King.