Nanak has found peace, meditating on the Lord, O my soul; the Lord is the Destroyer of all pain. ||1||
Blessed, blessed is that tongue, O my soul, which sings the Glorious Praises of the Lord God.
Sublime and splendid are those ears, O my soul, which listen to the Kirtan of the Lord's Praises.
Sublime, pure and pious is that head, O my soul, which falls at the Guru's Feet.
Nanak is a sacrifice to that Guru, O my soul; the Guru has placed the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, in my mind. ||2||
Blessed and approved are those eyes, O my soul, which gaze upon the Holy True Guru.
Sacred and sanctified are those hands, O my soul, which write the Praises of the Lord, Har, Har.
I worship continually the feet of that humble being, O my soul, who walks on the Path of Dharma - the path of righteousness.
Nanak is a sacrifice to those, O my soul, who hear of the Lord, and believe in the Lord's Name. ||3||
The earth, the nether regions of the underworld, and the Akaashic ethers, O my soul, all meditate on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har.
Wind, water and fire, O my soul, continually sing the Praises of the Lord, Har, Har, Har.
The woods, the meadows and the whole world, O my soul, chant with their mouths the Lord's Name, and meditate on the Lord.
O Nanak, one who, as Gurmukh, focuses his consciousness on the Lord's devotional worship - O my soul, he is robed in honor in the Court of the Lord. ||4||4||
Bihaagraa, Fourth Mehl:
Those who do not remember the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, O my soul - those self-willed manmukhs are foolish and ignorant.
Those who attach their consciousness to emotional attachment and Maya, O my soul, depart regretfully in the end.
They find no place of rest in the Court of the Lord, O my soul; those self-willed manmukhs are deluded by sin.
O servant Nanak, those who meet the Guru are saved, O my soul; chanting the Name of the Lord, they are absorbed in the Name of the Lord. ||1||
Go, everyone, and meet the True Guru; O my soul, He implants the Name of the Lord, Har, har, within the heart.
Do not hesitate for an instant - meditate on the Lord, O my soul; who knows whether he shall draw another breath?
That time, that moment, that instant, that second is so fruitful, O my soul, when my Lord comes into my mind.
Servant Nanak has meditated on the Naam, the Name of the Lord, O my soul, and now, the Messenger of Death does not draw near him. ||2||
The Lord continually watches, and hears everything, O my soul; he alone is afraid, who commits sins.
One whose heart is pure within, O my soul, casts off all his fears.
One who has faith in the Fearless Name of the Lord, O my soul - all his enemies and attackers speak against him in vain.