Day and night, you are engrossed in sexual desire, O my merchant friend, and your consciousness is blind to the Naam.

The Lord's Name is not within your heart, but all sorts of other tastes seem sweet to you.

You have no wisdom at all, no meditation, no virtue or self-discipline; in falsehood, you are caught in the cycle of birth and death.

Pilgrimages, fasts, purification and self-discipline are of no use, nor are rituals, religious ceremonies or empty worship.

O Nanak, emancipation comes only by loving devotional worship; through duality, people are engrossed in duality. ||2||

In the third watch of the night, O my merchant friend, the swans, the white hairs, come and land upon the pool of the head.

Youth wears itself out, and old age triumphs, O my merchant friend; as time passes, your days diminish.

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At the last moment, you repent-you are so blind!-when the Messenger of Death seizes you and carries you away.

You kept all your things for yourself, but in an instant, they are all lost.

Your intellect left you, your wisdom departed, and now you repent for the evil deeds you committed.

Says Nanak, O mortal, in the third watch of the night, let your consciousness be lovingly focused on God. ||3||

In the fourth watch of the night, O my merchant friend, your body grows old and weak.

Your eyes go blind, and cannot see, O my merchant friend, and your ears do not hear any words.

Your eyes go blind, and your tongue is unable to taste; you live only with the help of others.

With no virtue within, how can you find peace? The self-willed manmukh comes and goes in reincarnation.

When the crop of life has matured, it bends, breaks and perishes; why take pride in that which comes and goes?

Says Nanak, O mortal, in the fourth watch of the night, the Gurmukh recognizes the Word of the Shabad. ||4||

Your breath comes to its end, O my merchant friend, and your shoulders are weighed down by the tyrant of old age.

Not one iota of virtue came into you, O my merchant friend; bound and gagged by evil, you are driven along.

One who departs with virtue and self-discipline is not struck down, and is not consigned to the cycle of birth and death.

The Messenger of Death and his trap cannot touch him; through loving devotional worship, he crosses over the ocean of fear.

He departs with honor, and merges in intuitive peace and poise; all his pains depart.

Says Nanak, when the mortal becomes Gurmukh, he is saved and honored by the True Lord. ||5||2||

Siree Raag, Fourth Mehl:

In the first watch of the night, O my merchant friend, the Lord places you in the womb.

You meditate on the Lord, and chant the Lord's Name, O my merchant friend. You contemplate the Name of the Lord, Har, Har.