Chanting the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, the man lives.

The faithless cynic dies in shame and misery. ||1||

The Name of the Lord has become my Protector.

The wretched, faithless cynic makes only useless efforts. ||2||

Spreading slander, many have been ruined.

Their necks, heads and feet are tied by death's noose. ||3||

Says Nanak, the humble devotees chant the Naam, the Name of the Lord.

The Messenger of Death does not even approach them. ||4||13||18||

Raag Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl, Fourth House, Du-Padas:

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

What blessed destiny will lead me to meet my God?

Each and every moment and instant, I continually meditate on the Lord. ||1||

I meditate continually on the Lotus Feet of God.

What wisdom will lead me to attain my Beloved? ||1||Pause||

Please, bless me with such Mercy, O my God,

that Nanak may never, ever forget You. ||2||1||19||

Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:

Within my heart, I meditate on the Lotus Feet of God.

Disease is gone, and I have found total peace. ||1||

The Guru relieved my sufferings, and blessed me with the gift.

My birth has been rendered fruitful, and my life is approved. ||1||Pause||

The Ambrosial Bani of God's Word is the Unspoken Speech.

Says Nanak, the spiritually wise live by meditating on God. ||2||2||20||

Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:

The Guru, the Perfect True Guru, has blessed me with peace and tranquility.

Peace and joy have welled up, and the mystical trumpets of the unstruck sound current vibrate. ||1||Pause||

Sufferings, sins and afflictions have been dispelled.

Remembering the Lord in meditation, all sinful mistakes have been erased. ||1||

Joining together, O beautiful soul-brides, celebrate and make merry.

Guru Nanak has saved my honor. ||2||3||21||

Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:

Intoxicated with the wine of attachment, love of worldly possessions and deceit, and bound in bondage, he is wild and hideous.

Day by day, his life is winding down; practicing sin and corruption, he is trapped by the noose of Death. ||1||

I seek Your Sanctuary, O God, Merciful to the meek.

I have crossed over the terrible, treacherous, enormous world-ocean, with the dust of the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy. ||1||Pause||

O God, Giver of peace, All-powerful Lord and Master, my soul, body and all wealth are Yours.

Please, break my bonds of doubt, O Transcendent Lord, forever Merciful God of Nanak. ||2||4||22||

Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:

The Transcendent Lord has brought bliss to all; He has confirmed His Natural Way.

He has become Merciful to the humble, holy Saints, and all my relatives blossom forth in joy. ||1||

The True Guru Himself has resolved my affairs.

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