Old age and death cannot touch him, and he shall not suffer pain again.

Drinking in the Ambrosial Nectar, he is satisfied; the Guru makes him immortal. ||2||

He alone knows its taste, who tastes the Priceless Name of the Lord.

Its value cannot be estimated; what can I say with my mouth? ||3||

Fruitful is the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan, O Supreme Lord God. The Word of Your Bani is the treasure of virtue.

Section 20 - Raag Bilaaval - Part 015

Please bless me with the dust of the feet of Your slaves; Nanak is a sacrifice. ||4||3||33||

Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:

Keep me under Your Protection, God; shower me with Your Mercy.

I do not know how to serve You; I am just a low-life fool. ||1||

I take pride in You, O my Darling Beloved.

I am a sinner, continuously making mistakes; You are the Forgiving Lord. ||1||Pause||

I make mistakes each and every day. You are the Great Giver;

I am worthless. I associate with Maya, your hand-maiden, and I renounce You, God; such are my actions. ||2||

You bless me with everything, showering me with Mercy; And I am such an ungrateful wretch!

I am attached to Your gifts, but I do not even think of You, O my Lord and Master. ||3||

There is none other than You, O Lord, Destroyer of fear.

Says Nanak, I have come to Your Sanctuary, O Merciful Guru; I am so foolish - please, save me! ||4||4||34||

Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:

Don't blame anyone else; meditate on your God.

Serving Him, great peace is obtained; O mind, sing His Praises. ||1||

O Beloved, other than You, who else should I ask?

You are my Merciful Lord and Master; I am filled with all faults. ||1||Pause||

As You keep me, I remain; there is no other way.

You are the Support of the unsupported; You Name is my only Support. ||2||

One who accepts whatever You do as good - that mind is liberated.

The entire creation is Yours; all are subject to Your Ways. ||3||

I wash Your Feet and serve You, if it pleases You, O Lord and Master.

Be Merciful, O God of Compassion, that Nanak may sing Your Glorious Praises. ||4||5||35||

Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:

Death hovers over his head, laughing, but the beast does not understand.

Entangled in conflict, pleasure and egotism, he does not even think of death. ||1||

So serve your True Guru; why wander around miserable and unfortunate?

You gaze upon the transitory, beautiful safflower, but why do you get attached to it? ||1||Pause||

You commit sins again and again, to gather wealth to spend.

But your dust shall mix with dust; you shall arise and depart naked. ||2||

Those for whom you work, will become your spiteful enemies.

In the end, they will run away from you; why do you burn for them in anger? ||3||