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Goojaree, First Mehl:

O Dear One, I am not high or low or in the middle. I am the Lord's slave, and I seek the Lord's Sanctuary.

Imbued with the Naam, the Name of the Lord, I am detached from the world; I have forgotten sorrow, separation and disease. ||1||

O Siblings of Destiny, by Guru's Grace, I perform devotional worship to my Lord and Master.

One whose heart is filled with the Hymns of the True Guru, obtains the Pure Lord. He is not under the power of the Messenger of Death, nor does he owe Death anything. ||1||Pause||

He chants the Glorious Praises of the Lord with his tongue, and abides with God; he does whatever pleases the Lord.

Without the Lord's Name, life passes in vain in the world, and every moment is useless. ||2||

The false have no place of rest, either inside or outside; the slanderer does not find salvation.

Even if one is resentful, God does not withhold His blessings; day by day, they increase. ||3||

No one can take away the Guru's gifts; my Lord and Master Himself has given them.

The black-faced slanderers, with slander in their mouths, do not appreciate the Guru's gifts. ||4||

God forgives and blends with Himself those who take to His Sanctuary; He does not delay for an instant.

He is the source of bliss, the Greatest Lord; through the True Guru, we are united in His Union. ||5||

Through His Kindness, the Kind Lord pervades us; through Guru's Teachings, our wanderings cease.

Touching the philosopher's stone, metal is transformed into gold. Such is the glorious greatness of the Society of the Saints. ||6||

The Lord is the immaculate water; the mind is the bather, and the True Guru is the bath attendant, O Siblings of Destiny.

That humble being who joins the Sat Sangat shall not be consigned to reincarnation again; his light merges into the Light. ||7||

You are the Great Primal Lord, the infinite tree of life; I am a bird perched on Your branches.

Grant to Nanak the Immaculate Naam; throughout the ages, he sings the Praises of the Shabad. ||8||4||