Prays Nanak, I am forever Your slave, Lord; I seek Your Sanctuary. ||2||

The Lord's Gate - at the Lord's Gate, Your beloved devotees look beautiful.

I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice, again and again a sacrifice to them.

I am forever a sacrifice, and I humbly bow to them; meeting them, I know God.

The Perfect and All-powerful Lord, the Architect of Destiny, is contained in each and every heart, everywhere.

Meeting the Perfect Guru, we meditate on the Naam, and do not lose this life in the gamble.

Prays Nanak, I seek Your Sanctuary; please, shower Your Mercy upon me, and protect me. ||3||

Innumerable - innumerable are Your Glorious Virtues; how many of them can I sing?

The dust of Your feet, of Your feet, I have obtained, by great good fortune.

Bathing in the Lord's dust, my filth has been washed away, and the pains of birth and death have departed.

Inwardly and outwardly, the Transcendent Lord God is ever-present, always with us.

Suffering departs, and there is peace; singing the Kirtan of the Lord's Praises, one is not consigned to reincarnation again.

Prays Nanak, in the Guru's Sanctuary, one swims across, and is pleasing to God. ||4||2||

Aasaa, Chhant, Fifth Mehl, Fourth House:

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

My mind is pierced by the Lord's Lotus Feet; He alone is sweet to my mind, the Lord King.

Joining the Society of the Saints, I meditate on the Lord in adoration; I behold the Lord King in each and every heart.

I behold the Lord in each and every heart, and the Ambrosial Nectar rains down upon me; the pains of birth and death are gone.

Singing the Praises of the Lord, the treasure of virtue, all my pains are erased, and the knot of ego has been untied.

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My Beloved shall not leave me to go anywhere - this is His natural way; my mind is imbued with the lasting color of the Lord's Love.

The Lotus Feet of the Lord have pierced Nanak's mind, and now, nothing else seems sweet to him. ||1||

Just like the fish which revels in water, I am intoxicated with the sublime essence of the Lord, my Lord King.

The Perfect Guru has instructed me, and blessed me with salvation in my life; I love the Lord, my King.

The Lord Master, the Searcher of hearts, blesses me with salvation in my life; He Himself attaches me to His Love.

The Lord is the treasure of jewels, the perfect manifestation; He shall not forsake us to go anywhere else.

God, the Lord Master, is so accomplished, beauteous, and all-knowing; His gifts are never exhausted.

As the fish is enraptured by the water, so is Nanak intoxicated by the Lord. ||2||

As the song-bird yearns for the rain-drop, the Lord, the Lord my King, is the Support of my breath of life.