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Guru Nanak · Raag Malaar

ਦੁਖ ਸੁਖ ਦੋਊ ਸਮ ਕਰਿ ਜਾਨੈ ਬੁਰਾ ਭਲਾ ਸੰਸਾਰ ॥

dukh sukh dooo sam kar jaanai buraa bhalaa sa(n)saar ||

He sees pleasure and pain as both the same, along with good and bad in the world.

ਸੁਧਿ ਬੁਧਿ ਸੁਰਤਿ ਨਾਮਿ ਹਰਿ ਪਾਈਐ ਸਤਸੰਗਤਿ ਗੁਰ ਪਿਆਰ ॥੨॥

sudh budh surat naam har paaeeai satasa(n)gat gur piaar ||2||

Wisdom, understanding and awareness are found in the Name of the Lord. In the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation, embrace love for the Guru. ||2||

ਅਹਿਨਿਸਿ ਲਾਹਾ ਹਰਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਰਾਪਤਿ ਗੁਰੁ ਦਾਤਾ ਦੇਵਣਹਾਰੁ ॥

ahinis laahaa har naam paraapat gur daataa devanahaar ||

Day and night, profit is obtained through the Lord's Name. The Guru, the Giver, has given this gift.

ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਸਿਖ ਸੋਈ ਜਨੁ ਪਾਏ ਜਿਸ ਨੋ ਨਦਰਿ ਕਰੇ ਕਰਤਾਰੁ ॥੩॥

guramukh sikh soee jan paae jis no nadar kare karataar ||3||

That Sikh who becomes Gurmukh obtains it. The Creator blesses him with His Glance of Grace. ||3||

ਕਾਇਆ ਮਹਲੁ ਮੰਦਰੁ ਘਰੁ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਤਿਸੁ ਮਹਿ ਰਾਖੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਅਪਾਰ ॥

kaaiaa mahal ma(n)dar ghar har kaa tis mahi raakhee jot apaar ||

The body is a mansion, a temple, the home of the Lord; He has infused His Infinite Light into it.

ਨਾਨਕ ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਮਹਲਿ ਬੁਲਾਈਐ ਹਰਿ ਮੇਲੇ ਮੇਲਣਹਾਰ ॥੪॥੫॥

naanak guramukh mahal bulaaeeai har mele melanahaar ||4||5||

O Nanak, the Gurmukh is invited to the Mansion of the Lord's Presence; the Lord unites him in His Union. ||4||5||

ਮਲਾਰ ਮਹਲਾ ੧ ਘਰੁ ੨ ॥

malaar mahalaa 1 ghar 2 ||

Malaar, First Mehl, Second House:

ੴ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ॥

ikOankaar satigur prasaad ||

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

ਪਵਣੈ ਪਾਣੀ ਜਾਣੈ ਜਾਤਿ ॥

pavanai paanee jaanai jaat ||

Know that the creation was formed through air and water;

ਕਾਇਆਂ ਅਗਨਿ ਕਰੇ ਨਿਭਰਾਂਤਿ ॥

kaaiaa(n) agan kare nibharaa(n)t ||

have no doubt that the body was made through fire.

ਜੰਮਹਿ ਜੀਅ ਜਾਣੈ ਜੇ ਥਾਉ ॥

ja(n)mahi jee jaanai je thaau ||

And if you know where the soul comes from,

ਸੁਰਤਾ ਪੰਡਿਤੁ ਤਾ ਕਾ ਨਾਉ ॥੧॥

surataa pa(n)dit taa kaa naau ||1||

you shall be known as a wise religious scholar. ||1||

ਗੁਣ ਗੋਬਿੰਦ ਨ ਜਾਣੀਅਹਿ ਮਾਇ ॥

gun gobi(n)d na jaaneeahi maai ||

Who can know the Glorious Praises of the Lord of the Universe, O mother?

ਅਣਡੀਠਾ ਕਿਛੁ ਕਹਣੁ ਨ ਜਾਇ ॥

anadeethaa kichh kahan na jaai ||

Without seeing Him, we cannot say anything about Him.

ਕਿਆ ਕਰਿ ਆਖਿ ਵਖਾਣੀਐ ਮਾਇ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥

kiaa kar aakh vakhaaneeai maai ||1|| rahaau ||

How can anyone speak and describe Him, O mother? ||1||Pause||

ਊਪਰਿ ਦਰਿ ਅਸਮਾਨਿ ਪਇਆਲਿ ॥

oopar dar asamaan paiaal ||

He is high above the sky, and beneath the nether worlds.

ਕਿਉ ਕਰਿ ਕਹੀਐ ਦੇਹੁ ਵੀਚਾਰਿ ॥

kiu kar kaheeai dehu veechaar ||

How can I speak of Him? Let me understand.

ਬਿਨੁ ਜਿਹਵਾ ਜੋ ਜਪੈ ਹਿਆਇ ॥

bin jihavaa jo japai hiaai ||

Who knows what sort of Name is chanted,

ਕੋਈ ਜਾਣੈ ਕੈਸਾ ਨਾਉ ॥੨॥

koee jaanai kaisaa naau ||2||

In the heart, without the tongue? ||2||

ਕਥਨੀ ਬਦਨੀ ਰਹੈ ਨਿਭਰਾਂਤਿ ॥

kathanee badanee rahai nibharaa(n)t ||

Undoubtedly, words fail me.

ਸੋ ਬੂਝੈ ਹੋਵੈ ਜਿਸੁ ਦਾਤਿ ॥

so boojhai hovai jis daat ||

He alone understands, who is blessed.

ਅਹਿਨਿਸਿ ਅੰਤਰਿ ਰਹੈ ਲਿਵ ਲਾਇ ॥

ahinis a(n)tar rahai liv laai ||

Day and night, deep within, he remains lovingly attuned to the Lord.

ਸੋਈ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਜਿ ਸਚਿ ਸਮਾਇ ॥੩॥

soee purakh j sach samaai ||3||

He is the true person, who is merged in the True Lord. ||3||

ਜਾਤਿ ਕੁਲੀਨੁ ਸੇਵਕੁ ਜੇ ਹੋਇ ॥

jaat kuleen sevak je hoi ||

If someone of high social standing becomes a selfless servant,

ਤਾ ਕਾ ਕਹਣਾ ਕਹਹੁ ਨ ਕੋਇ ॥

taa kaa kahanaa kahahu na koi ||

then his praises cannot even be expressed.

ਵਿਚਿ ਸਨਾਤਂੀ ਸੇਵਕੁ ਹੋਇ ॥

vich sanaata(n)ee sevak hoi ||

And if someone from a low social class becomes a selfless servant,

ਨਾਨਕ ਪਣ੍ਹੀਆ ਪਹਿਰੈ ਸੋਇ ॥੪॥੧॥੬॥

naanak panheeaa pahirai soi ||4||1||6||

O Nanak, he shall wear shoes of honor. ||4||1||6||

ਮਲਾਰ ਮਹਲਾ ੧ ॥

malaar mahalaa 1 ||

Malaar, First Mehl:

ਦੁਖੁ ਵੇਛੋੜਾ ਇਕੁ ਦੁਖੁ ਭੂਖ ॥

dukh vechhoRaa ik dukh bhookh ||

The pain of separation - this is the hungry pain I feel.

ਇਕੁ ਦੁਖੁ ਸਕਤਵਾਰ ਜਮਦੂਤ ॥

ik dukh sakatavaar jamadoot ||

Another pain is the attack of the Messenger of Death.

ਇਕੁ ਦੁਖੁ ਰੋਗੁ ਲਗੈ ਤਨਿ ਧਾਇ ॥

ik dukh rog lagai tan dhaai ||

Another pain is the disease consuming my body.

ਵੈਦ ਨ ਭੋਲੇ ਦਾਰੂ ਲਾਇ ॥੧॥

vaid na bhole daaroo laai ||1||

O foolish doctor, don't give me medicine. ||1||

ਵੈਦ ਨ ਭੋਲੇ ਦਾਰੂ ਲਾਇ ॥

vaid na bhole daaroo laai ||

O foolish doctor, don't give me medicine.

ਦਰਦੁ ਹੋਵੈ ਦੁਖੁ ਰਹੈ ਸਰੀਰ ॥

darad hovai dukh rahai sareer ||

The pain persists, and the body continues to suffer.

ਐਸਾ ਦਾਰੂ ਲਗੈ ਨ ਬੀਰ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥

aisaa daaroo lagai na beer ||1|| rahaau ||

Your medicine has no effect on me. ||1||Pause||

ਖਸਮੁ ਵਿਸਾਰਿ ਕੀਏ ਰਸ ਭੋਗ ॥

khasam visaar keee ras bhog ||

Forgetting his Lord and Master, the mortal enjoys sensual pleasures;

ਤਾਂ ਤਨਿ ਉਠਿ ਖਲੋਏ ਰੋਗ ॥

taa(n) tan uth khaloe rog ||

then, disease rises up in his body.

ਮਨ ਅੰਧੇ ਕਉ ਮਿਲੈ ਸਜਾਇ ॥

man a(n)dhe kau milai sajaai ||

The blind mortal receives his punishment.

ਵੈਦ ਨ ਭੋਲੇ ਦਾਰੂ ਲਾਇ ॥੨॥

vaid na bhole daaroo laai ||2||

O foolish doctor, don't give me medicine. ||2||

ਚੰਦਨ ਕਾ ਫਲੁ ਚੰਦਨ ਵਾਸੁ ॥

cha(n)dan kaa phal cha(n)dan vaas ||

The value of sandalwood lies in its fragrance.

ਮਾਣਸ ਕਾ ਫਲੁ ਘਟ ਮਹਿ ਸਾਸੁ ॥

maanas kaa phal ghat mahi saas ||

The value of the human lasts only as long as the breath in the body.

ਸਾਸਿ ਗਇਐ ਕਾਇਆ ਢਲਿ ਪਾਇ ॥

saas gaiai kaaiaa dhal paai ||

When the breath is taken away, the body crumbles into dust.

ਤਾ ਕੈ ਪਾਛੈ ਕੋਇ ਨ ਖਾਇ ॥੩॥

taa kai paachhai koi na khaai ||3||

After that, no one takes any food. ||3||

ਕੰਚਨ ਕਾਇਆ ਨਿਰਮਲ ਹੰਸੁ ॥

ka(n)chan kaaiaa niramal ha(n)s ||

The mortal's body is golden, and the soul-swan is immaculate and pure,

ਜਿਸੁ ਮਹਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਅੰਸੁ ॥

jis mahi naam nira(n)jan a(n)s ||

if even a tiny particle of the Immaculate Naam is within.

ਦੂਖ ਰੋਗ ਸਭਿ ਗਇਆ ਗਵਾਇ ॥

dookh rog sabh gaiaa gavaai ||

All pain and disease are eradicated.

ਨਾਨਕ ਛੂਟਸਿ ਸਾਚੈ ਨਾਇ ॥੪॥੨॥੭॥

naanak chhootas saachai naai ||4||2||7||

O Nanak, the mortal is saved through the True Name. ||4||2||7||

ਮਲਾਰ ਮਹਲਾ ੧ ॥

malaar mahalaa 1 ||

Malaar, First Mehl:

ਦੁਖ ਮਹੁਰਾ ਮਾਰਣ ਹਰਿ ਨਾਮੁ ॥

dukh mahuraa maaran har naam ||

Pain is the poison. The Lord's Name is the antidote.

ਸਿਲਾ ਸੰਤੋਖ ਪੀਸਣੁ ਹਥਿ ਦਾਨੁ ॥

silaa sa(n)tokh peesan hath daan ||

Grind it up in the mortar of contentment, with the pestle of charitable giving.

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