DHANAASAREE, FOURTH MEHL:
The Lord, Har, Har, is the rain-drop; I am the song-bird, crying,
crying out for it. OLord God, please bless me with Your Mercy, and pour
Your Name into my mouth, even if for only an instant. || 1 || Withoutthe Lord, I cannot live for even a second. Like the addict who
dies without his drug, I die without the Lord. || Pause || You,Lord,
are the deepest, most unfathomable ocean; I cannot find even a trace of
Your limits. You are the most remote of theremote, limitless and
transcendent; O Lord Master, You alone know Your state and extent. || 2
|| The Lords humble Saintsmeditate on the Lord; they are imbued with
the deep crimson color of the Gurus Love. Meditating on the Lord, they
attaingreat glory, and the most sublime honor. || 3 || He Himself is
the Lord and Master, and He Himself is the servant; HeHimself creates
His environments. Servant Nanak has come to Your Sanctuary, O Lord;
protect and preserve the honor of Yourdevotee. || 4 || 5 ||
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