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Bihaagraa, Fourth Mehl:

I am a sacrifice, O my soul, to those who take the Support of the Name of the Lord, Har, Har.

The Guru, the True Guru, implanted the Name within me, O my soul, and He has carried me across the terrifying world-ocean of poison.

Those who have meditated one-pointedly on the Lord, O my soul - I proclaim the Victory of those saintly beings.

Nanak has found peace, meditating on the Lord, O my soul; the Lord is the Destroyer of all pain. ||1||

Blessed, blessed is that tongue, O my soul, which sings the Glorious Praises of the Lord God.

Sublime and splendid are those ears, O my soul, which listen to the Kirtan of the Lord's Praises.

Sublime, pure and pious is that head, O my soul, which falls at the Guru's Feet.

Nanak is a sacrifice to that Guru, O my soul; the Guru has placed the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, in my mind. ||2||

Blessed and approved are those eyes, O my soul, which gaze upon the Holy True Guru.

Sacred and sanctified are those hands, O my soul, which write the Praises of the Lord, Har, Har.

I worship continually the feet of that humble being, O my soul, who walks on the Path of Dharma - the path of righteousness.

Nanak is a sacrifice to those, O my soul, who hear of the Lord, and believe in the Lord's Name. ||3||

The earth, the nether regions of the underworld, and the Akaashic ethers, O my soul, all meditate on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har.

Wind, water and fire, O my soul, continually sing the Praises of the Lord, Har, Har, Har.

The woods, the meadows and the whole world, O my soul, chant with their mouths the Lord's Name, and meditate on the Lord.

O Nanak, one who, as Gurmukh, focuses his consciousness on the Lord's devotional worship - O my soul, he is robed in honor in the Court of the Lord. ||4||4||