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One 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:

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Raag Wadahans, First Mehl, First House:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wadahans, First Mehl:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wadahans, First Mehl, Second House:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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