SGGSAng 1271Raag MalarMahalla 513 linesGuru Arjan Dev Ji

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aucwrx rwgu mlwr mh`lw pMjvw pV-qwl Gru qIjw

raag malaar mehalaa 5 parrathaal ghar 3

Raag Malaar, Fifth Mehl, Partaal, Third House:

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ik oankaar sathigur prasaadh ||

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

gur mnwir ipRA dieAwr isau rMgu kIAw ]

gur manaar pria dhaeiaar sio rang keeaa ||

Pleasing the Guru, I have fallen in love with my Merciful Beloved Lord.

kIn@o rI sgl sˆØIgwr ]

keeno ree sagal sanaeegaar ||

I have made all my decorations,

qijE rI sgl ibkwr ]

thajiou ree sagal bikaar ||

And renounced all corruption;

Dwvqo AsiQru QIAw ]1] rhwau ]

dhhaavatho asathhir thheeaa ||1|| rehaao ||

My wandering mind has become steady and stable. ||1||Pause||

AYsy ry mn pwie kY Awpu gvwie kY kir swDn isau sMgu ]

aisae rae man paae kai aap gavaae kai kar saadhhan sio sang ||

O my mind, lose your self-conceit by associating with the Holy, and you shall find Him.

bwjy bjih imRdµg Anwhd koikl rI rwm nwmu bolY mDur bYn Aiq suhIAw ]1]

aucwrx Aiq: polw bolo

baajae bajehi mridhang anaahadh kokil ree raam naam bolai madhhur bain ath suheeaa ||1||

The unstruck celestial melody vibrates and resounds; like a song-bird, chant the Lord's Name, with words of sweetness and utter beauty. ||1||

AYsI qyry drsn kI soB Aiq Apwr ipRA AmoG qYsy hI sµig sMq bny ]

aucwrx Aiq: polw bolo

aisee thaerae dharasan kee sobh ath apaar pria amogh thaisae hee sang santh banae ||

Such is the glory of Your Darshan, so utterly inifinte and fruitful, O my Love; so do we become by associating with the Saints.

Bv auqwr nwm Bny ]

bhav outhaar naam bhanae ||

Vibrating, chanting Your Name, we cross over the terrifying world-ocean.

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ram raam raam maal ||

They dwell on the Lord, Raam, Raam, chanting on their malas;

min Pyrqy hir sµig sµgIAw ]

man faerathae har sang sangeeaa ||

Their minds are turned towards the Lord in the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy.

jn nwnk ipRau pRIqmu QIAw ]2]1]23]

jan naanak prio preetham thheeaa ||2||1||23||

O servant Nanak, their Beloved Lord seems so sweet to them. ||2||1||23||