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Sorat'h, Fourth Mehl:

The inner depths of my mind are pierced by love for the Lord; I cannot live without the Lord.

Just as the fish dies without water, I die without the Lord's Name. ||1||

O my God, please bless me with the water of Your Name.

I beg for Your Name, deep within myself, day and night; through the Name, I find peace. ||Pause||

The song-bird cries out for lack of water - without water, its thirst cannot be quenched.

The Gurmukh obtains the water of celestial bliss, and is rejuvenated, blossoming forth through the blessed Love of the Lord. ||2||

The self-willed manmukhs are hungry, wandering around in the ten directions; without the Name, they suffer in pain.

They are born, only to die, and enter into reincarnation again; in the Court of the Lord, they are punished. ||3||

But if the Lord shows His Mercy, then one comes to sing His Glorious Praises; deep within the nucleus of his own self, he finds the sublime essence of the Lord's elixir.

The Lord has become Merciful to meek Nanak, and through the Word of the Shabad, his desires are quenched. ||4||8||