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813 He Himself cherishes. Merciful to the meek, the treasure of mercy, He remembers and protects us with each and every breath. ॥2॥ Whatever the Creator Lord does is glorious and great. The Perfect Guru has instructed me, that peace comes by the Will of our Lord and Master. ॥3॥ Anxieties, worries and calculations are dismissed; the Lord’s humble servant accepts the Hukam of His Command. He does not die, and He does not leave; Nanak is attuned to His Love. ॥4॥18॥48॥ BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: The great fire is put out and cooled; meeting with the Guru, sins run away. I fell into the deep dark pit; giving me His Hand, He pulled me out. ॥1॥ He is my friend; I am the dust of His Feet. Meeting with Him, I am at peace; He blesses me with the gift of the soul. ॥1॥ Pause॥ I have now received my pre-ordained destiny. Dwelling with the Lord’s Holy Saints, my hopes are fulfilled. ॥2॥ The fear of the three worlds is dispelled, and I have found my place of rest and peace. The all-powerful Guru has taken pity upon me, and the Naam has come to dwell in my mind. ॥3॥ O God, You are the Anchor and Support of Nanak. He is the Doer, the Cause of causes; the All-powerful Lord God is inaccessible and infinite. ॥4॥19॥49॥ BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: One who forgets God is filthy, poor and low. The fool does not understand the Creator Lord; instead, he thinks that he himself is the doer. ॥1॥ Pain comes, when one forgets Him. Peace comes when one remembers God. This is the way the Saints are in bliss — they continually sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord. ॥1॥ Pause॥ The high, He makes low, and the low, he elevates in an instant. The value of the glory of our Lord and Master cannot be estimated. ॥2॥ While he gazes upon beautiful dramas and plays, the day of his departure dawns. The dream becomes the dream, and his actions do not go along with him. ॥3॥ God is All-powerful, the Cause of causes; I seek Your Sanctuary. Day and night, Nanak meditates on the Lord; forever and ever he is a sacrifice. ॥4॥20॥50॥ BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: I carry water on my head, and with my hands I wash their feet. Tens of thousands of times, I am a sacrifice to them; gazing upon the Blessed Vision of their Darshan, I live. ॥1॥ The hopes which I cherish in my mind — my God fulfills them all. With my broom, I sweep the homes of the Holy Saints, and wave the fan over them. ॥1॥ Pause॥ The Saints chant the Ambrosial Praises of the Lord; I listen, and my mind drinks it in. That sublime essence calms and soothes me, and quenches the fire of sin and corruption. ॥2॥ When the galaxy of Saints worship the Lord in devotion, I join them, singing the Glorious Praises of the Lord. I bow in reverence to the humble devotees, and apply the dust of their feet to my face. ॥3॥ Sitting down and standing up, I chant the Naam, the Name of the Lord; this is what I do. This is Nanak’s prayer to God, that he may merge in the Lord’s Sanctuary. ॥4॥21॥51॥ BILAAVAL, FIFTH MEHL: He alone crosses over this world-ocean, who sings the Glorious Praises of the Lord. He dwells with the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy; by great good fortune, he finds the Lord. ॥1॥