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Jaitsree, Ninth Mehl:

O Dear Lord, please, save my honor!

The fear of death has entered my heart; I cling to the Protection of Your Sanctuary, O Lord, ocean of mercy. ||1||Pause||

I am a great sinner, foolish and greedy; but now, at last, I have grown weary of committing sins.

I cannot forget the fear of dying; this anxiety is consuming my body. ||1||

I have been trying to liberate myself, running around in the ten directions.

The pure, immaculate Lord abides deep within my heart, but I do not understand the secret of His mystery. ||2||

I have no merit, and I know nothing about meditation or austerities; what should I do now?

O Nanak, I am exhausted; I seek the shelter of Your Sanctuary; O God, please bless me with the gift of fearlessness. ||3||2||