Sorat'h, Fifth Mehl:
My body belongs to the Saints, my wealth belongs to the Saints, and my mind belongs to the Saints.
By the Grace of the Saints, I meditate on the Lord's Name, and then, all comforts come to me. ||1||
Without the Saints, there are no other givers.
Whoever takes to the Sanctuary of the Holy Saints, is carried across. ||Pause||
Millions of sins are erased by serving the humble Saints, and singing the Glorious Praises of the Lord with love.
One finds peace in this world, and one's face is radiant in the next world, by associating with the humble Saints, through great good fortune. ||2||
I have only one tongue, and the Lord's humble servant is filled with countless virtues; how can I sing his praises?
The inaccessible, unapproachable and eternally unchanging Lord is obtained in the Sanctuary of the Saints. ||3||
I am worthless, lowly, without friends or support, and full of sins; I long for the Shelter of the Saints.
I am drowning in the deep, dark pit of household attachments - please save me, Lord! ||4||7||
Sorath conveys the feeling of having such a strong belief in something that you want to keep repeating the experience. In fact this feeling of certainty is so strong that you become the belief and live that belief. The atmosphere of Sorath is so powerful, that eventually even the most unresponsive listener will be attracted.