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-813He Himself cherishes. Merciful to the meek, the treasure of mercy, He remembers and protects us with each and every breath. || 2 || Whatever the Creator Lord does is glorious and great. The Perfect Guru has instructed me, that peace comes by the Will of our Lord and Master. || 3 || Anxieties, worries and calculations are dismissed; the Lord's humble servant accepts the Hukam of His Command. He does not die, and He does not leave; Nanak is attuned to His Love. || 4 || 18 || 48 || BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: The great fire is put out and cooled; meeting with the Guru, sins run away. I fell into the deep dark pit; giving me His Hand, He pulled me out. || 1 || He is my friend; I am the dust of His Feet. Meeting with Him, I am at peace; He blesses me with the gift of the soul. || 1 || Pause II I have now received my pre-ordained destiny. Dwelling with the Lord's Holy Saints, my hopes are fulfilled. || 2 || The fear of the three worlds is dispelled, and I have found my place of rest and peace. The all-powerful Guru has taken pity upon me, and the Naam has come to dwell in my mind. || 3 | O God, You are the Anchor and Support of Nanak. He is the Doer, the Cause of causes; the All-powerful Lord God is inaccessible and infinite. 11 4 || 19 || 49 || BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: One who forgets God is filthy, poor and low. The fool does not understand the Creator Lord; instead, he thinks that he himself is the doer. || 1 || Pain comes, when one forgets Him. Peace comes when one remembers God. This is the way the Saints are in bliss — they continually sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord. || 1 || Pause II The high, He makes low, and the low, he elevates in an instant. The value of the glory of our Lord and Master cannot be estimated. || 2 || While he gazes upon beautiful dramas and plays, the day of his departure dawns. The dream becomes the dream, and his actions do not go along with him. || 3 || God is All-powerful, the Cause of causes; I seek Your Sanctuary. Day and night, Nanak meditates on the Lord; forever and ever he is a sacrifice. || 4 || 20 || 50 BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: I carry water on my head, and with my hands I wash their feet. Tens of thousands of times, I am a sacrifice to them; gazing upon the Blessed Vision of their Darshan, I live. || 1 || The hopes which I cherish in my mind — my God fulfills them all. With my broom, I sweep the homes of the Holy Saints, and wave the fan over them. || 1 || Pause 11 The Saints chant the Ambrosial Praises of the Lord; I listen, and my mind drinks it in. That sublime essence calms and soothes me, and quenches the fire of sin and corruption. || 2 || When the galaxy of Saints worship the Lord in devotion, I join them, singing the Glorious Praises of the Lord. I bow in reverence to the humble devotees, and apply the dust of their feet to my face. || 3 Il Sitting down and standing up, I chant the Naam, the Name of the Lord; this is what I do. This is Nanak's prayer to God, that he may merge in the Lord's Sanctuary. || 4 || 21 || 51 || BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: He alone crosses over this worldocean, who sings the Glorious Praises of the Lord.
