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1With my feet, I walk on my Lord and Mater's Path. With my tongue, I sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord. ||2||

2With my eyes, I see the Lord, the Embodiment of Absolute Bliss; the Saint has turned away from the world.

3I have found the Priceless Name of the Beloved Lord; it never leaves me or goes anywhere else. ||3||

4What praise, what glory and what virtues should I utter, in order to please the Lord?

5That humble being, unto whom the Merciful Lord is kind - O servant Nanak, he is the slave of God's slaves. ||4||8||

6Saarang, Fifth Mehla:

7Who can I tell, and with whom can I speak, about this state of peace and bliss?

8I am in ecstasy and delight, gazing upon the Blessed Vision of God's Darshan. My mind sings His Songs of Joy and His Glories. ||1||Pause||

9I am wonderstruck, gazing upon the Wondrous Lord. The Merciful Lord is All-pervading everywhere.

10I drink in the Invaluable Nectar of the Naam, the Name of the Lord. Like the mute, I can only smile - I cannot speak of its flavor. ||1||

11As the breath is held in bondage, no one can understand its coming in and going out.

12So is that person, whose heart is enlightened by the Lord - his story cannot be told. ||2||

13As many other efforts as you can think of - I have seen them and studied them all.

14My Beloved, Carefree Lord has revealed Himself within the home of my own heart; thus I have realized the Inaccessible Lord. ||3||

15The Absolute, Formless, Eternally Unchanging, Immeasurable Lord cannot be measured.

16Says Nanak, whoever endures the unendurable - this state belongs to him alone. ||4||9||

17Saarang, Fifth Mehla:

18The corrupt person passes his days and nights uselessly.

19He does not vibrate and meditate on the Lord of the Universe; he is intoxicated with egotistical intellect. He loses his life in the gamble. ||1||Pause||

20The Naam, the Name of the Lord, is priceless, but he is not in love with it. He loves only to slander others.

21Weaving the grass, he builds his house of straw. At the door, he builds a fire. ||1||

22He carries a load of sulfur on his head, and drives the Ambrosial Nectar out of his mind.

23Wearing his good clothes, the mortal falls into the coal-pit; again and again, he tries to shake it off. ||2||

24Standing on the branch, eating and eating and smiling, he cuts down the tree.

25He falls down head-first and is shattered into bits and pieces. ||3||

26He bears vengeance against the Lord who is free of vengeance. The fool is not up to the task.

27Says Nanak, the Saving Grace of the Saints is the Formless, Supreme Lord God. ||4||10||

28Saarang, Fifth Mehla:

29All the others are deluded by doubt; they do not understand.

30That person, within whose heart the One Pure Word abides, realizes the essence of the Vedas. ||1||Pause||

31He walks in the ways of the world, trying to please people.

32But as long as his heart is not enlightened, he is stuck in pitch black darkness. ||1||

33The land may be prepared in every way, but nothing sprouts without being planted.

34Just so, without the Lord's Name, no one is liberated, nor is egotistical pride eradicated. ||2||

35The mortal may churn water until he is sore, but how can butter be produced?

36Without meeting the Guru, no one is liberated, and the Lord of the Universe is not met. ||3||