gUjrI mhlw 5 ] |
goojaree mehalaa 5 || |
Goojaree, Fifth Mehla: |
ijsu ismrq siB iklivK nwsih ipqrI hoie auDwro ] |
jis simarath sabh kilavikh naasehi pitharee hoe oudhhaaro || |
Remembering Him, all sins are erased, and ones generations are saved. |
so hir hir qum@ sd hI jwphu jw kw AMqu n pwro ]1] |
so har har thumh sadh hee jaapahu jaa kaa a(n)th n paaro ||1|| |
So meditate continually on the Lord, Har, Har; He has no end or limitation. ||1|| |
pUqw mwqw kI AwsIs ] |
poothaa maathaa kee aasees || |
O son, this is your mother's hope and prayer, |
inmK n ibsrau qum@ kau hir hir sdw Bjhu jgdIs ]1] rhwau ] |
nimakh n bisaro thumh ko har har sadhaa bhajahu jagadhees ||1|| rehaao || |
that you may never forget the Lord, Har, Har, even for an instant. May you ever vibrate upon the Lord of the Universe. ||1||Pause|| |
siqguru qum@ kau hoie dieAwlw sMqsMig qyrI pRIiq ] |
sathigur thumh ko hoe dhaeiaalaa sa(n)thasa(n)g thaeree preeth || |
May the True Guru be kind to you, and may you love the Society of the Saints. |
kwpVu piq prmysru rwKI Bojnu kIrqnu nIiq ]2] |
kaaparr path paramaesar raakhee bhojan keerathan neeth ||2|| |
May the preservation of your honor by the Transcendent Lord be your clothes, and may the singing of His Praises be your food. ||2|| |
AMimRqu pIvhu sdw icru jIvhu hir ismrq And Anµqw ] |
a(n)mrith peevahu sadhaa chir jeevahu har simarath anadh ana(n)thaa || |
So drink in forever the Ambrosial Nectar; may you live long, and may the meditative remembrance of the Lord give you infinite delight. |
rMg qmwsw pUrn Awsw kbih n ibAwpY icMqw ]3] |
ra(n)g thamaasaa pooran aasaa kabehi n biaapai chi(n)thaa ||3|| |
May joy and pleasure be yours; may your hopes be fulfilled, and may you never be troubled by worries. ||3|| |
Bvru qum@wrw iehu mnu hovau hir crxw hohu kaulw ] |
bhavar thumhaaraa eihu man hovo har charanaa hohu koulaa || |
Let this mind of yours be the bumble bee, and let the Lord's feet be the lotus flower. |
nwnk dwsu aun sMig lptwieE ijau bUMdih cwiqRku maulw ]4]3]4] |
naanak dhaas oun sa(n)g lapattaaeiou jio boo(n)dhehi chaathrik moulaa||4||3||4|| |
Says servant Nanak, attach your mind to them, and blossom forth like the song-bird, upon finding the rain-drop. ||4||3||4|| |
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Mother's Blessings
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