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-538My mind is washed clean by the sublime essence of the Lord's Name. Through the Guru's Teachings, hold the mind steady, O my soul; do not let it wander anywhere. One who chants the Bani of the Praises of the Lord God, O Nanak, obtains the fruits of his mind's desires. || 1 || Through the Guru's Teachings, the Nectar abides within the mind, O my soul; with your mouth, chants the words of Ambrosia. The Words of the devotees are Ambrosial Nectar, O my soul; hear them in the mind, and embrace loving affection for the Lord. Separated for so very long, I have found the Lord God, intuitively hugged in His Loving Embrace. Servant Nanak's mind is filled with bliss, O my soul, vibrating the unstruck Sound-current of the Shabad. || 2 || If only my friends and companions would come and unite me with my Lord God, O my soul. I dedicate my mind to one who recites the sermon of my Lord God, O my soul. As Gurmukh, worship the Lord in adoration forever, O my soul, and you shall obtain the fruits of your mind's desires. O Nanak, hurry to the Lord's Sanctuary, O my soul; those who meditate on the Lord's Name are very fortunate. || 3 || By His Grace, God comes to meet us, O my soul; through the Guru's Teachings, His Name is revealed. Without the Lord, I am so sad, O my soul – as sad as the lotus without water. The Perfect Guru, O my soul, has united me with the Lord, my best friend, the Lord God. Blessed, blessed is the Guru, who has shown me the Lord, O my soul; servant Nanak blossoms forth in the Name of the Lord. || 4 || 1 || RAAG BIHAAGRAA, FOURTH MEHL: The Name of the Lord, Har, Har, is Ambrosial Nectar, O my soul; through the Guru's Teachings, this Nectar is obtained. Egotism and Maya are poison, O my soul; through the Ambrosial Nectar of the Name, this poison is eradicated. The dry mind is rejuvenated, O my soul, meditating on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. The Lord has given the pre-ordained blessing of high destiny, O my soul; servant Nanak merges in the Naam, the Name of the Lord. || 1 || My mind is attached to the Lord, O my soul, like the infant, sucking his mother's milk. Without the Lord, I find no peace, O my soul, like the song-bird, crying without the rain-drops. Go, and seek the Sanctuary of the True Guru, O my soul; He shall tell you of the Glorious Virtues of the Lord God. Servant Nanak has merged with the Lord, O my soul; the harmonic vibrations of the Shabad resound within the heart. || 2 || The self-willed manmukhs are consigned to separation by their own egotism, O my soul; bound to poison, they are burnt by egotism. Like the pigeon, which itself falls into the trap, O my soul, all the self-willed manmukhs fall under the influence of death. Those who focus their consciousness on emotional attachment to Maya, O my soul - those self-willed manmukhs are foolish demons.
