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1Caught in slander and attachment to the wealth and women of others, they eat poison and suffer in pain.

2They think about the Shabad, but they are not released from their fear and fraud; the minds and mouths are filled with Maya, Maya.

3Loading the heavy and crushing load, they die, only to be reborn, and waste their lives again. ||1||

4The Word of the Shabad is so very beautiful; it is pleasing to my mind.

5The mortal wanders lost in reincarnation, wearing various robes and clothes; when he is saved and protected by the Guru, then he finds the Truth. ||1||Pause||

6He does not try to wash away his angry passions by bathing at sacred shrines. He does not love the Name of the Lord.

7He abandons and discards the priceless jewel, and he goes back from where he came.

8And so he becomes a maggot in manure, and in that, he is absorbed.

9The more he tastes, the more he is diseased; without the Guru, there is no peace and poise. ||2||

10Focusing my awareness on selfless service, I joyfully sing His Praises. As Gurmukh, I contemplate spiritual wisdom.

11The seeker comes forth, and the debater dies down; I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the Guru, the Creator Lord.

12I am low and wretched, with shallow and false understanding; You embellish and exalt me through the Word of Your Shabad.

13And wherever there is self-realization, You are there; O True Lord Savior, You save us and carry us across. ||3||

14Where should I sit to chant Your Praises; which of Your Infinite Praises should I chant?

15The Unknown cannot be known; O Inaccessible, Unborn Lord God, You are the Lord and Master of masters.

16How can I compare You to anyone else I see? All are beggars - You are the Great Giver.

17Lacking devotion, Nanak looks to Your Door; please bless him with Your One Name, that he may enshrine it in his heart. ||4||3||

18Malaar, First Mehla:

19The soul-bride who has not known delight with her Husband Lord, shall weep and wail with a wretched face.

20She becomes hopeless, caught in the noose of her own karma; without the Guru, she wanders deluded by doubt. ||1||

21So rain down, O clouds. My Husband Lord has come home.

22I am a sacrifice to my Guru, who has led me to meet my Lord God. ||1||Pause||

23My love, my Lord and Master is forever fresh; I am embellished with devotional worship night and day.

24I am liberated, gazing on the Blessed Vision of the Guru's Darshan. Devotional worship has made me glorious and exalted throughout the ages. ||2||

25I am Yours; the three worlds are Yours as well. You are mine, and I am Yours.

26Meeting with the True Guru, I have found the Immaculate Lord; I shall not be consigned to this terrifying world-ocean ever again. ||3||

27If the soul-bride is filled with delight on seeing her Husband Lord, then her decorations are true.

28With the Immaculate Celestial Lord, she becomes the truest of the true. Following the Guru's Teachings, she leans on the Support of the Naam. ||4||

29She is liberated; the Guru has untied her bonds. Focusing her awareness on the Shabad, she attains honor.

30O Nanak, the Lord's Name is deep within her heart; as Gurmukh, she is united in His Union. ||5||4||

31First Mehla, Malaar:

32Others' wives, others' wealth, greed, egotism, corruption and poison;

33evil passions, slander of others, sexual desire and anger - give up all these. ||1||

34The Inaccessible, Infinite Lord is sitting in His Mansion.

35That humble being, whose conduct is in harmony with the jewel of the Guru's Shabad, obtains the Ambrosial Nectar. ||1||Pause||