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1One 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:

2Raag Wadahans, First Mehla, First House:

3To the addict, there is nothing like the drug; to the fish, there is nothing else like water.

4Those who are attuned to their Lord - everyone is pleasing to them. ||1||

5I am a sacrifice, cut apart into pieces, a sacrifice to Your Name, O Lord Master. ||1||Pause||

6The Lord is the fruitful tree; His Name is ambrosial nectar.

7Those who drink it in are satisfied; I am a sacrifice to them. ||2||

8You are not visible to me, although You dwell with everyone.

9How can the thirst of the thirsty be quenched, with that wall between me and the pond? ||3||

10Nanak is Your merchant; You, O Lord Master, are my merchandise.

11My mind is cleansed of doubt, only when I praise You, and pray to You. ||4||1||

12Wadahans, First Mehla:

13The virtuous bride enjoys her Husband Lord; why does the unworthy one cry out?

14If she were to become virtuous, then she too could enjoy her Husband Lord. ||1||

15My Husband Lord is loving and playful; why should the soul-bride enjoy anyone else? ||1||Pause||

16If the soul-bride does good deeds, and strings them on the thread of her mind,

17she obtains the jewel, which cannot be purchased for any price, strung upon the thread of her consciousness. ||2||

18I ask, but do not follow the way shown to me; still, I claim to have reached my destination.

19I do not speak with You, O my Husband Lord; how then can I come to have a place in Your home? ||3||

20O Nanak, without the One Lord, there is no other at all.

21If the soul-bride remains attached to You, then she shall enjoy her Husband Lord. ||4||2||

22Wadahans, First Mehla, Second House:

23The peacocks are singing so sweetly, O sister; the rainy season of Saawan has come.

24Your beauteous eyes are like a string of charms, fascinating and enticing the soul-bride.

25I would cut myself into pieces for the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan; I am a sacrifice to Your Name.

26I take pride in You; without You, what could I be proud of?

27So smash your bracelets along with your bed, O soul-bride, and break your arms, along with the arms of your couch.

28In spite of all the decorations which you have made, O soul-bride, your Husband Lord is enjoying someone else.