DHANAASAREE, FOURTH MEHL:
The Lord, Har, Har, is the rain-drop; I am the song-bird, crying, crying out for it. O
Lord God, please bless me with Your Mercy, and pour Your Name into my mouth,
even if for only an instant. || 1 || Without the Lord, I cannot live for even a second.
Like the addict who dies without his drug, I die without the Lord. || Pause || You,
Lord, are the deepest, most unfathomable ocean; I cannot find even a trace of Your
limits. You are the most remote of the remote, limitless and transcendent; O Lord
Master, You alone know Your state and extent. || 2 || The Lord's humble Saints
meditate on the Lord; they are imbued with the deep crimson color of the Guru's
Love. Meditating on the Lord, they attain great glory, and the most sublime honor. ||
3 || He Himself is the Lord and Master, and He Himself is the servant; He Himself
creates His environments. Servant Nanak has come to Your Sanctuary, O Lord;
protect and preserve the honor of Your devotee. || 4 || 5 ||
Wednesday, 2nd Saawan (Samvat 545 Nanakshahi) 17th July, 2013
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