You think that your enemies are friends. ||1||

In such confusion, the world has gone astray.

The foolish mortal wastes this precious human life. ||Pause||

He does not like to see Truth and righteousness.

He is attached to falsehood and deception; they seem sweet to him.

He loves gifts, but he forgets the Giver.

The wretched creature does not even think of death. ||2||

He cries for the possessions of others.

He forfeits all the merits of his good deeds and religion.

He does not understand the Hukam of the Lord's Command, and so he continues coming and going in reincarnation.

He sins, and then regrets and repents. ||3||

Whatever pleases You, Lord, that alone is acceptable.

I am a sacrifice to Your Will.

Poor Nanak is Your slave, Your humble servant.

Save me, O my Lord God Master! ||4||1||22||

Dhanaasaree, Fifth Mehl:

I am meek and poor; the Name of God is my only Support.

The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is my occupation and earnings.

I gather only the Lord's Name.

It is useful in both this world and the next. ||1||

Imbued with the Love of the Lord God's Infinite Name,

the Holy Saints sing the Glorious Praises of the One Lord, the Formless Lord. ||Pause||

The Glory of the Holy Saints comes from their total humility.

The Saints realize that their greatness rests in the Praises of the Lord.

Meditating on the Lord of the Universe, the Saints are in bliss.

The Saints find peace, and their anxieties are dispelled. ||2||

Wherever the Holy Saints gather,

there they sing the Praises of the Lord, in music and poetry.

In the Society of the Saints, there is bliss and peace.

They alone obtain this Society, upon whose foreheads such destiny is written. ||3||

With my palms pressed together, I offer my prayer.

I wash their feet, and chant the Praises of the Lord, the treasure of virtue.

O God, merciful and compassionate, let me remain in Your Presence.

Nanak lives, in the dust of the Saints. ||4||2||23||

Section 14 - Raag Dhanaasaree - Part 018

Dhanaasaree, Fifth Mehl:

One who contemplates his Lord and Master - why should he be afraid?

The wretched self-willed manmukhs are ruined through fear and dread. ||1||Pause||

The Divine Guru, my mother and father, is over my head.

His image brings prosperity; serving Him, we become pure.

The One Lord, the Immaculate Lord, is our capital.

Joining the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy, we are illumined and enlightened. ||1||

The Giver of all beings is totally pervading everywhere.

Millions of pains are removed by the Lord's Name.

All the pains of birth and death are taken away

from the Gurmukh, within whose mind and body the Lord dwells. ||2||