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Sorat'h, Ninth Mehl:

In this world, I have not found any true friend.

The whole world is attached to its own pleasures, and when trouble comes, no one is with you. ||1||Pause||

Wives, friends, children and relatives - all are attached to wealth.

When they see a poor man, they all forsake his company and run away. ||1||

So what should I say to this crazy mind, which is affectionately attached to them?

The Lord is the Master of the meek, the Destroyer of all fears, and I have forgotten to praise Him. ||2||

Like a dog's tail, which will never straighten out, the mind will not change, no matter how many things are tried.

Says Nanak, please, Lord, uphold the honor of Your innate nature; I chant Your Name. ||3||9||