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ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD.
TRUTH IS THE NAME. Creative Being PERSONIFIED. No Fear. No HATRED. IMAGE OF THE UNDYING. BEYOND BIRTH. SELF-EXISTENT.
BY GURU'S GRACE: RAAG WADAHANS, FIRST MEHL, FIRST HOUSE:
To the addict, there is nothing like the drug; to the fish, there is nothing else like water. Those who are attuned to their Lord - everyone is pleasing to them. || 1 || I am a sacrifice, cut apart into pieces, a sacrifice to Your Name, O Lord and Master. || 1 || Pause | The Lord is the fruitful tree; His Name is ambrosial nectar. Those who drink it in are satisfied; I am a sacrifice to them. || 2 || You are not visible to me, although You dwell with everyone. How can the thirst of the thirsty be quenched, with that wall between me and the pond? || 3 || Nanak is Your merchant; You, O Lord and Master, are my capital. My mind is cleared of doubt, when I praise You in prayer. || 4 || 1 || WADAHANS, FIRST MEHL: The virtuous bride ravishes and enjoys her Husband Lord; why does the unworthy one cry out? If she were to become virtuous, then she too could enjoy her Husband Lord. || 1 || My Husband Lord is loving and playful; why should the soul-bride enjoy any other? || 1 || Pause || If the soul-bride does good deeds, and makes her mind the thread, she obtains the jewel, which cannot be purchased for any price, strung upon the thread of her consciousness. || 2 || I ask, but I do not follow the way shown to me; still, I claim to have reached my destination. I do not speak with You, O my Husband Lord; how then can I come to have a place in your home? || 3 | O Nanak, without the One, there is no other at all. If the soul-bride remains attached to You, then she shall enjoy her Husband Lord. II 4 || 2 || WADAHANS, FIRST MEHL, SECOND HOUSE: The peacocks are singing sweetly, O sister; the rainy season of Saawan has come. Your beauteous eyes are like a string of charms, fascinating and enticing the soul-bride. I would cut myself into pieces for the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan; I am a sacrifice to Your Name. I take pride in You; without You, what could I be proud of? So smash your bracelets along with your bed, O soul-bride, and break your arms, along with the arms of your couch.