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Caught in slander and attachment to the wealth and women of others, they eat poison and suffer in pain.

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They think about the Shabad, but they are not released from their fear and fraud; the minds and mouths are filled with Maya, Maya.

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Loading the heavy and crushing load, they die, only to be reborn, and waste their lives again. ||1||

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The Word of the Shabad is so very beautiful; it is pleasing to my mind.

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The mortal wanders lost in reincarnation, wearing various robes and clothes; when he is saved and protected by the Guru, then he finds the Truth. ||1||Pause||

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He does not try to wash away his angry passions by bathing at sacred shrines. He does not love the Name of the Lord.

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He abandons and discards the priceless jewel, and he goes back from where he came.

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And so he becomes a maggot in manure, and in that, he is absorbed.

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The more he tastes, the more he is diseased; without the Guru, there is no peace and poise. ||2||

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Focusing my awareness on selfless service, I joyfully sing His Praises. As Gurmukh, I contemplate spiritual wisdom.

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The seeker comes forth, and the debater dies down; I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice to the Guru, the Creator Lord.

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I am low and wretched, with shallow and false understanding; You embellish and exalt me through the Word of Your Shabad.

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And wherever there is self-realization, You are there; O True Lord Savior, You save us and carry us across. ||3||

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Where should I sit to chant Your Praises; which of Your Infinite Praises should I chant?

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The Unknown cannot be known; O Inaccessible, Unborn Lord God, You are the Lord and Master of masters.

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How can I compare You to anyone else I see? All are beggars - You are the Great Giver.

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Lacking devotion, Nanak looks to Your Door; please bless him with Your One Name, that he may enshrine it in his heart. ||4||3||

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Malaar, First Mehl:

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The soul-bride who has not known delight with her Husband Lord, shall weep and wail with a wretched face.

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She becomes hopeless, caught in the noose of her own karma; without the Guru, she wanders deluded by doubt. ||1||

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So rain down, O clouds. My Husband Lord has come home.

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I am a sacrifice to my Guru, who has led me to meet my Lord God. ||1||Pause||

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My love, my Lord and Master is forever fresh; I am embellished with devotional worship night and day.

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I am liberated, gazing on the Blessed Vision of the Guru's Darshan. Devotional worship has made me glorious and exalted throughout the ages. ||2||

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I am Yours; the three worlds are Yours as well. You are mine, and I am Yours.

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Meeting with the True Guru, I have found the Immaculate Lord; I shall not be consigned to this terrifying world-ocean ever again. ||3||

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If the soul-bride is filled with delight on seeing her Husband Lord, then her decorations are true.

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With the Immaculate Celestial Lord, she becomes the truest of the true. Following the Guru's Teachings, she leans on the Support of the Naam. ||4||

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She is liberated; the Guru has untied her bonds. Focusing her awareness on the Shabad, she attains honor.

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O Nanak, the Lord's Name is deep within her heart; as Gurmukh, she is united in His Union. ||5||4||

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First Mehl, Malaar:

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Others' wives, others' wealth, greed, egotism, corruption and poison;

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evil passions, slander of others, sexual desire and anger - give up all these. ||1||

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The Inaccessible, Infinite Lord is sitting in His Mansion.

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That humble being, whose conduct is in harmony with the jewel of the Guru's Shabad, obtains the Ambrosial Nectar. ||1||Pause||