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-659If You are the sacred place of pilgrimage, then I am the pilgrim. || 211 I am joined in true love with You, Lord. I am joined with you, and I have broken with all others. || 3 || Wherever I go, there I serve you. There is no other Lord Master than You, O Divine Lord. || 4 || Meditating, vibrating upon you, the noose of death is cut away. To attain devotional worship, Ravi Daas sings to You, Lord. || 5 || 5 | The body is a wall of water, supported by the pillars of air; the egg and sperm are the mortar. The framework is made up of bones, flesh and veins; the poor soul-bird dwells within it. || 1 || O mortal, what is mine, and what is yours? The soul is like a bird perched upon a tree. || 1 || Pause || You lay the foundation and build the walls. But in the end, three and a half cubits will be your measured space. Il 211 You make your hair beautiful, and wear a stylish turban on your head. But in the end, this body shall be reduced to a pile of ashes. || 3 || Your palaces are lofty, and your brides are beautiful. But without the Lord's Name, you shall lose the game entirely. || 4 || My social status is low, my ancestry is low, and my life is wretched. I have come to Your Sanctuary, 0 Luminous Lord, my King; so says Ravi Daas, the shoemaker. || 5 | 6 || I am a shoemaker, but I do not know how to mend shoes. People come to me to mend their shoes. || 1 || Pause || I have no awl to stitch them; I have no knife to patch them. || 1 || Mending, mending, people waste their lives and ruin themselves. Without wasting my time mending, I have found the Lord. || 2 || Ravi Daas chants the Lord's Name; he is not concerned with the Messenger of Death. || 3 || 7 ||
RAAG SORAT'H, THE WORD OF DEVOTEE BHEEKHAN JEE, SECOND HOUSE:
ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: Tears well up in my eyes, my body has become weak, and my har has become milky-white. My throat is tight, and I cannot utter even one word; what can I do now? I am a mere mortal. || 1 || O Lord, my King, Gardener of the world-garden, be my Physician, and save me, Your Saint. || 1 || Pause IIMy head aches, my body is burning, and my heart is filled with anguish. Such is the disease that has struck me; there is no medicine to cure it. || 2 || The Name of the Lord, the ambrosial, immaculate water, is the best medicine in the world. By Guru's Grace, says servant Bheekhan, I have found the Door of Salvation. || 3 || 1 || Such is the Naam, the Name of the Lord, the invaluable jewel, the most sublime wealth, which I have found through good deeds. By various efforts, I have enshrined it within my heart; this jewel cannot be hidden by hiding it. II 1|| The Glorious Praises of the Lord cannot be spoken by speaking. They are like the sweet candies given to a mute. || 1 || Pause 11 The tongue speaks, the ears listen, and the mind contemplates the Lord; they find peace and comfort. Says Bheekhan, my eyes are content; wherever I look, there I see the Lord. || 2 || 2 ||
