So cry out, O soul-brides of the Husband Lord, and dwell on the Glorious Praises of the True Lord. ||5||

Her loved one is cleansed, bathed in water, and dressed in silken robes.

The musicians play, and the Bani of the True Lord's Words are sung; the five relatives feel as if they too are dead, so deadened are their minds.

"Separation from my beloved is like death to me!" cries the widow. "My life in this world is cursed and worthless!"

But she alone is approved, who dies, while yet still alive; she lives for the sake of the Love of her Beloved. ||6||

So cry out in mourning, you who have come to mourn; this world is false and fraudulent.

Section 12 - Raag Wadahans - Part 025

I too have been defrauded, chasing after worldly entanglements; my Husband Lord has forsaken me - I practice the evil deeds of a wife without a spouse.

In each and every home, are the brides of the Husband Lord; they gaze upon their Handsome Lord with love and affection.

I sing the Praises of my True Husband Lord, and through the Naam, the Name of my Husband Lord, I blossom forth. ||7||

Meeting with the Guru, the soul-bride's dress is transformed, and she is adorned with Truth.

Come and meet with me, O brides of the Lord; let's meditate in remembrance on the Creator Lord.

Through the Naam, the soul-bride becomes the Lord's favorite; she is adorned with Truth.

Do not sing the songs of separation, O Nanak; reflect upon God. ||8||3||

Wadahans, First Mehl:

The One who creates and dissolves the world - that Lord and Master alone knows His creative power.

Do not search for the True Lord far away; recognize the Word of the Shabad in each and every heart.

Recognize the Shabad, and do not think that the Lord is far away; He created this creation.

Meditating on the Naam, the Name of the Lord, one obtains peace; without the Naam, he plays a losing game.

The One who established the Universe, He alone knows the Way; what can anyone say?

The One who established the world cast the net of Maya over it; accept Him as your Lord and Master. ||1||

O Baba, he has come, and now he must get up and depart; this world is only a way-station.

Upon each and every head, the True Lord writes their destiny of pain and pleasure, according to their past actions.

He bestows pain and pleasure, according to the deeds done; the record of these deeds stays with the soul.

He does those deeds which the Creator Lord causes him to do; he attempts no other actions.

The Lord Himself is detached, while the world is entangled in conflict; by His Command, He emancipates it.

He may put this off today, but tomorrow he is seized by death; in love with duality, he practices corruption. ||2||

The path of death is dark and dismal; the way cannot be seen.