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Wadahans, First Mehl:

Show mercy to me, that I may chant Your Name.

You Yourself created all, and You are pervading among all.

You Yourself are pervading among all, and You link them to their tasks.

Some, You have made kings, while others go about begging.

You have made greed and emotional attachment seem sweet; they are deluded by this delusion.

Be ever merciful to me; only then can I chant Your Name. ||1||

Your Name is True, and ever pleasing to my mind.

My pains are dispelled, and I am permeated with peace.

The angels, the mortals and the silent sages sing of You.

The angels, the mortals and the silent sages sing of You; they are pleasing to Your Mind.

Enticed by Maya, they do not remember the Lord, and they waste away their lives in vain.

Some fools and idiots never think of the Lord; whoever has come, shall have to go.

Your Name is True, and ever pleasing to my mind. ||2||

Beauteous is Your time, O Lord; the Bani of Your Word is Ambrosial Nectar.

Your servants serve You with love; these mortals are attached to Your essence.

Those mortals are attached to Your essence, who are blessed with the Ambrosial Name.

Those who are imbued with Your Name, prosper more and more, day by day.

Some do not practice good deeds, or live righteously; nor do they practice self-restraint. They do not realize the One Lord.

Ever beauteous is Your time, O Lord; the Bani of Your Word is Ambrosial Nectar. ||3||

I am a sacrifice to the True Name.

Your rule shall never end.

Your rule is eternal and unchanging; it shall never come to an end.

He alone becomes Your servant, who contemplates You in peaceful ease.

Enemies and pains shall never touch him, and sin shall never draw near him.

I am forever a sacrifice to the One Lord, and Your Name. ||4||

Throughout the ages, Your devotees sing the Kirtan of Your Praises,

O Lord Master, at Your Door.

They meditate on the One True Lord.

Only then do they meditate on the True Lord, when they enshrine Him in their minds.

Doubt and delusion are Your making; when these are dispelled,

then, by Guru's Grace, You grant Your Grace, and save them from the noose of Death.

Throughout the ages, they are Your devotees. ||5||

O my Great Lord and Master, You are unfathomable and infinite.

How should I make and offer my prayer? I do not know what to say.

If You bless me with Your Glance of Grace, I realize the Truth.

Only then do I come to realize the Truth, when You Yourself instruct me.

The pain and hunger of the world are Your making; dispel this doubt.

Prays Nanak, ones skepticism is taken away, when he understands the Guru's wisdom.

The Great Lord Master is unfathomable and infinite. ||6||

Your eyes are so beautiful, and Your teeth are delightful.

Your nose is so graceful, and Your hair is so long.

Your body is so precious, cast in gold.

His body is cast in gold, and He wears Krishna's mala; meditate on Him, O sisters.

You shall not have to stand at Death's door, O sisters, if you listen to these teachings.

From a crane, you shall be transformed into a swan, and the filth of your mind shall be removed.

Your eyes are so beautiful, and Your teeth are delightful. ||7||

Your walk is so graceful, and Your speech is so sweet.

You coo like a songbird, and your youthful beauty is alluring.

Your youthful beauty is so alluring; it pleases You, and it fulfills the heart's desires.

Like an elephant, You step with Your Feet so carefully; You are satisfied with Yourself.

She who is imbued with the Love of such a Great Lord, flows intoxicated, like the waters of the Ganges.

Prays Nanak, I am Your slave, O Lord; Your walk is so graceful, and Your speech is so sweet. ||8||2||