The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is our only support.

The Creator, the Cause of causes, is All-powerful and Infinite. ||1||Pause||

He has eradicated all illness, and healed me.

O Nanak, He Himself has become my Savior. ||2||33||39||

Section 19 - Raag Soohee - Part 018

Soohee, Fifth Mehl:

Everyone longs for the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan.

By perfect destiny, it is obtained. ||Pause||

Forsaking the Beautiful Lord, how can they go to sleep?

The great enticer Maya has led them down the path of sin. ||1||

This butcher has separated them from the Beloved Lord.

This merciless one shows no mercy at all to the poor beings. ||2||

Countless lifetimes have passed away, wandering aimlessly.

The terrible, treacherous Maya does not even allow them to dwell in their own home. ||3||

Day and night, they receive the rewards of their own actions.

Don't blame anyone else; your own actions lead you astray. ||4||

Listen, O Friend, O Saint, O humble Sibling of Destiny:

in the Sanctuary of the Lord's Feet, Nanak has found Salvation. ||5||34||40||

Raag Soohee, Fifth Mehl, Fourth House:

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

Even a crude hut is sublime and beautiful, if the Lord's Praises are sung within it.

Those mansions where the Lord is forgotten are useless. ||1||Pause||

Even poverty is bliss, if God comes to mind in the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy.

This worldly glory might just as well burn; it only traps the mortals in Maya. ||1||

One may have to grind corn, and wear a coarse blanket, but still, one can find peace of mind and contentment.

Even empires are of no use at all, if they do not bring satisfaction. ||2||

Someone may wander around naked, but if he loves the One Lord, he receives honor and respect.

Silk and satin clothes are worthless, if they lead to greed. ||3||

Everything is in Your Hands, God. You Yourself are the Doer, the Cause of causes.

With each and every breath, may I continue to remember You. Please, bless Nanak with this gift. ||4||1||41||

Soohee, Fifth Mehl:

The Lord's Saint is my life and wealth. I am his water-carrier.

He is dearer to me than all my siblings, friends and children. ||1||Pause||

I make my hair into a fan, and wave it over the Saint.

I bow my head low, to touch his feet, and apply his dust to my face. ||1||

I offer my prayer with sweet words, in sincere humility.

Renouncing egotism, I enter His Sanctuary. I have found the Lord, the treasure of virtue. ||2||

I gaze upon the Blessed Vision of the Lord's humble servant, again and again.

I cherish and gather in His Ambrosial Words within my mind; time and time again, I bow to Him. ||3||