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Sorat'h, First Mehl:

Those who serve the True Guru, O Beloved, their companions are saved as well.

No one blocks their way, O Beloved, and the Lord's Ambrosial Nectar is on their tongue.

Without the Fear of God, they are so heavy that they sink and drown, O Beloved; but the Lord, casting His Glance of Grace, carries them across. ||1||

I ever praise You, O Beloved, I ever sing Your Praises.

Without the boat, one is drowned in the sea of fear, O Beloved; how can I reach the distant shore? ||1||Pause||

I praise the Praiseworthy Lord, O Beloved; there is no other one to praise.

Those who praise my God are good, O Beloved; they are imbued with the Word of the Shabad, and His Love.

If I join them, O Beloved, I can churn the essence and so find joy. ||2||

The gateway to honor is Truth, O Beloved; it bears the Insignia of the True Name of the Lord.

We come into the world, and we depart, with our destiny written and pre-ordained, O Beloved; realize the Command of the Commander.

Without the Guru, this Command is not understood, O Beloved; True is the Power of the True Lord. ||3||

By His Command, we are conceived, O Beloved, and by His Command, we grow in the womb.

By His Command, we are born, O Beloved, head-first, and upside-down.

The Gurmukh is honored in the Court of the Lord, O Beloved; he departs after resolving his affairs. ||4||

By His Command, one comes into the world, O Beloved, and by His Will, he goes.

By His Will, some are bound and gagged and driven away, O Beloved; the self-willed manmukhs suffer their punishment.

By His Command, the Word of the Shabad, is realized, O Beloved, and one goes to the Court of the Lord robed in honor. ||5||

By His Command, some accounts are accounted for, O Beloved; by His Command, some suffer in egotism and duality.

By His Command, one wanders in reincarnation, O Beloved; deceived by sins and demerits, he cries out in his suffering.

If he comes to realize the Command of the Lord's Will, O Beloved, then he is blessed with Truth and Honor. ||6||

It is so difficult to speak it, O Beloved; how can we speak, and hear, the True Name?

I am a sacrifice to those who praise the Lord, O Beloved.

I have obtained the Name, and I am satisfied, O Beloved; by His Grace, I am united in His Union. ||7||

If my body were to become the paper, O Beloved, and my mind the inkpot;

and if my tongue became the pen, O Beloved, I would write, and contemplate, the Glorious Praises of the True Lord.

Blessed is that scribe, O Nanak, who writes the True Name, and enshrines it within his heart. ||8||3||