God has showered His Mercy upon servant Nanak; I hold tight to the Support of the True Guru. ||4||4||

Sorat'h, Fifth Mehl:

I met the True Guru, by great good fortune, and my mind has been enlightened.

No one else can equal me, because I have the loving support of my Lord and Master. ||1||

I am a sacrifice to my True Guru.

I am at peace in this world, and I shall be in celestial peace in the next; my home is filled with bliss. ||Pause||

He is the Inner-knower, the Searcher of hearts, the Creator, my Lord and Master.

I have become fearless, attached to the Guru's feet; I take the Support of the Name of the One Lord. ||2||

Fruitful is the Blessed Vision of His Darshan; the Form of God is deathless; He is and shall always be.

He hugs His humble servants close, and protects and preserves them; their love for Him is sweet to Him. ||3||

Great is His glorious greatness, and wondrous is His magnificence; through Him, all affairs are resolved.

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Nanak has met with the Perfect Guru; all his sorrows have been dispelled. ||4||5||

Sorat'h, Fifth Mehl:

To the happy person, everyone seems happy; to the sick person, everyone seems sick.

The Lord and Master acts, and causes us to act; union is in His Hands. ||1||

O my mind, no one appears to be mistaken, to one who has dispelled his own doubts; he realizes that everyone is God. ||Pause||

One whose mind is comforted in the Society of the Saints, believes that all are joyful.

One whose mind is afflicted by the disease of egotism, cries out in birth and death. ||2||

Everything is clear to one whose eyes are blessed with the ointment of spiritual wisdom.

In the darkness of spiritual ignorance, he sees nothing at all; he wanders around in reincarnation, over and over again. ||3||

Hear my prayer, O Lord and Master; Nanak begs for this happiness:

whereever Your Holy Saints sing the Kirtan of Your Praises, let my mind be attached to that place. ||4||6||

Sorat'h, Fifth Mehl:

My body belongs to the Saints, my wealth belongs to the Saints, and my mind belongs to the Saints.

By the Grace of the Saints, I meditate on the Lord's Name, and then, all comforts come to me. ||1||

Without the Saints, there are no other givers.

Whoever takes to the Sanctuary of the Holy Saints, is carried across. ||Pause||

Millions of sins are erased by serving the humble Saints, and singing the Glorious Praises of the Lord with love.

One finds peace in this world, and one's face is radiant in the next world, by associating with the humble Saints, through great good fortune. ||2||

I have only one tongue, and the Lord's humble servant is filled with countless virtues; how can I sing his praises?