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1Raag Kalyaan, Fourth Mehla:

2One 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:

3The Lord, the Beauteous Lord - no one has found His limits.

4I am a child - You cherish and sustain me. You are the Great Primal Being, my Mother and Father. ||1||Pause||

5The Names of the Lord are Countless and Unfathomable. My Sovereign Lord is Unfathomable and Incomprehensible.

6The virtuous and the spiritual teachers have given it great thought, but they have not found even an iota of His Value. ||1||

7They sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord, the Lord of the Universe forever. They sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord of the Universe, but they do not find His limits.

8You are Immeasurable, Unweighable, and Infinite, O Lord and Master; no matter how much one may meditate on You, Your Depth cannot be fathomed. ||2||

9Lord, Your humble servants praise You, singing Your Glorious Praises, O Sovereign Lord.

10You are the ocean of water, and I am Your fish. No one has ever found Your limits. ||3||

11Please be Kind to Your humble servant, Lord; please bless me with the meditation of Your Name.

12I am a blind fool; Your Name is my only Support. Servant Nanak, as Gurmukh, has found it. ||4||1||

13Kalyaan, Fourth Mehla:

14The humble servant of the Lord sings the Lord's Praise, and blossoms forth.

15My intellect is embellished with devotion to the Lord, Har, Har, through the Guru's Teachings. This is the destiny which God has recorded on my forehead. ||1||Pause||

16I meditate in remembrance on the Guru's Feet, day and night. The Lord, Har, Har, Har, comes to dwell in my mind.

17The Praise of the Lord, Har, Har, Har, is Excellent and Sublime in this world. His Praise is the sandalwood paste which I rub. ||1||

18The humble servant of the Lord is lovingly attuned to the Lord, Har, Har, Har; all the faithless cynics pursue him.

19The slanderous person acts in accordance with the record of his past deeds; his foot trips over the snake, and he is stung by its bite. ||2||

20O my Lord and Master, You are the Saving Grace, the Protector of Your humble servants. You protect them, age after age.

21What does it matter, if a demon speaks evil? By doing so, he only gets frustrated. ||3||

22All the beings and creatures created by God are caught in the mouth of Death.

23The humble servants of the Lord are protected by the Lord God, Har, Har, Har; servant Nanak seeks His Sanctuary. ||4||2||

24Kalyaan, Fourth Mehla: