ਮਲਾਰ

ਦੁਖ ਸੁਖ ਦੋਊ ਸਮ ਕਰਿ ਜਾਨੈ ਬੁਰਾ ਭਲਾ ਸੰਸਾਰ ॥

dhukh sukh dhouoo sam kar jaanai buraa bhalaa sa(n)saar ||

He sees pleasure and pain as both the same, along with good and bad in the world.

ਸੁਧਿ ਬੁਧਿ ਸੁਰਤਿ ਨਾਮਿ ਹਰਿ ਪਾਈਐ ਸਤਸੰਗਤਿ ਗੁਰ ਪਿਆਰ ॥੨॥

sudh budh surat naam har paieeaai satasa(n)gat gur piaar ||2||

Wisdom, understanding and awareness are found in the Name of the Lord. In the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation, embrace love for the Guru. ||2||

ਅਹਿਨਿਸਿ ਲਾਹਾ ਹਰਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਰਾਪਤਿ ਗੁਰੁ ਦਾਤਾ ਦੇਵਣਹਾਰੁ ॥

ahinis laahaa har naam paraapat gur dhaataa dhevanahaar ||

Day and night, profit is obtained through the Lord's Name. The Guru, the Giver, has given this gift.

ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਸਿਖ ਸੋਈ ਜਨੁ ਪਾਏ ਜਿਸ ਨੋ ਨਦਰਿ ਕਰੇ ਕਰਤਾਰੁ ॥੩॥

gurmukh sikh soiee jan paae jis no nadhar kare karataar ||3||

That Sikh who becomes Gurmukh obtains it. The Creator blesses him with His Glance of Grace. ||3||

ਕਾਇਆ ਮਹਲੁ ਮੰਦਰੁ ਘਰੁ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਤਿਸੁ ਮਹਿ ਰਾਖੀ ਜੋਤਿ ਅਪਾਰ ॥

kaiaa mahal ma(n)dhar ghar har kaa tis meh raakhee jot apaar ||

The body is a mansion, a temple, the home of the Lord; He has infused His Infinite Light into it.

ਨਾਨਕ ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਮਹਲਿ ਬੁਲਾਈਐ ਹਰਿ ਮੇਲੇ ਮੇਲਣਹਾਰ ॥੪॥੫॥

naanak gurmukh mahal bulaieeaai har mele melanahaar ||4||5||

O Nanak, the Gurmukh is invited to the Mansion of the Lord's Presence; the Lord unites him in His Union. ||4||5||

ਮਲਾਰ ਮਹਲਾ ੧ ਘਰੁ ੨

malaar mahalaa pehilaa ghar doojaa

Malaar, First Mehla, Second House:

ੴ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ॥

ikOankaar satigur prasaadh ||

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

ਪਵਣੈ ਪਾਣੀ ਜਾਣੈ ਜਾਤਿ ॥

pavanai paanee jaanai jaat ||

Know that the creation was formed through air and water;

ਕਾਇਆਂ ਅਗਨਿ ਕਰੇ ਨਿਭਰਾਂਤਿ ॥

kaiaa(n) agan kare nibharaa(n)t ||

have no doubt that the body was made through fire.

ਜੰਮਹਿ ਜੀਅ ਜਾਣੈ ਜੇ ਥਾਉ ॥

ja(n)meh jeea jaanai je thaau ||

And if you know where the soul comes from,

ਸੁਰਤਾ ਪੰਡਿਤੁ ਤਾ ਕਾ ਨਾਉ ॥੧॥

surataa pa(n)ddit taa kaa naau ||1||

you shall be known as a wise religious scholar. ||1||

ਗੁਣ ਗੋਬਿੰਦ ਨ ਜਾਣੀਅਹਿ ਮਾਇ ॥

gun gobi(n)dh na jaane'eeh mai ||

Who can know the Glorious Praises of the Lord of the Universe, O mother?

ਅਣਡੀਠਾ ਕਿਛੁ ਕਹਣੁ ਨ ਜਾਇ ॥

anaddeeThaa kichh kahan na jai ||

Without seeing Him, we cannot say anything about Him.

ਕਿਆ ਕਰਿ ਆਖਿ ਵਖਾਣੀਐ ਮਾਇ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥

kiaa kar aakh vakhaaneeaai mai ||1|| rahaau ||

How can anyone speak and describe Him, O mother? ||1||Pause||

ਊਪਰਿ ਦਰਿ ਅਸਮਾਨਿ ਪਇਆਲਿ ॥

uoopar dhar asamaan piaal ||

He is high above the sky, and beneath the nether worlds.

ਕਿਉ ਕਰਿ ਕਹੀਐ ਦੇਹੁ ਵੀਚਾਰਿ ॥

kiau kar kaheeaai dheh veechaar ||

How can I speak of Him? Let me understand.

ਬਿਨੁ ਜਿਹਵਾ ਜੋ ਜਪੈ ਹਿਆਇ ॥ ਕੋਈ ਜਾਣੈ ਕੈਸਾ ਨਾਉ ॥੨॥

bin jihavaa jo japai hiaai || koiee jaanai kaisaa naau ||2||

Who knows what sort of Name is chanted, in the heart, without the tongue? ||2||

ਕਥਨੀ ਬਦਨੀ ਰਹੈ ਨਿਭਰਾਂਤਿ ॥

kathanee badhanee rahai nibharaa(n)t ||

Undoubtedly, words fail me.

ਸੋ ਬੂਝੈ ਹੋਵੈ ਜਿਸੁ ਦਾਤਿ ॥

so boojhai hovai jis dhaat ||

He alone understands, who is blessed.

ਅਹਿਨਿਸਿ ਅੰਤਰਿ ਰਹੈ ਲਿਵ ਲਾਇ ॥

ahinis a(n)tar rahai liv lai ||

Day and night, deep within, he remains lovingly attuned to the Lord.

ਸੋਈ ਪੁਰਖੁ ਜਿ ਸਚਿ ਸਮਾਇ ॥੩॥

soiee purakh j sach samai ||3||

He is the true person, who is merged in the True Lord. ||3||

ਜਾਤਿ ਕੁਲੀਨੁ ਸੇਵਕੁ ਜੇ ਹੋਇ ॥

jaat kuleen sevak je hoi ||

If someone of high social standing becomes a selfless servant,

ਤਾ ਕਾ ਕਹਣਾ ਕਹਹੁ ਨ ਕੋਇ ॥

taa kaa kahanaa kahahu na koi ||

then his praises cannot even be expressed.

ਵਿਚਿ ਸਨਾਤਂੀ ਸੇਵਕੁ ਹੋਇ ॥

vich sanaata(n)ee sevak hoi ||

And if someone from a low social class becomes a selfless servant,

ਨਾਨਕ ਪਣ੍ਹੀਆ ਪਹਿਰੈ ਸੋਇ ॥੪॥੧॥੬॥

naanak panheeaa pahirai soi ||4||1||6||

O Nanak, he shall wear shoes of honor. ||4||1||6||

ਮਲਾਰ ਮਹਲਾ ੧ ॥

malaar mahalaa pehilaa ||

Malaar, First Mehla:

ਦੁਖੁ ਵੇਛੋੜਾ ਇਕੁ ਦੁਖੁ ਭੂਖ ॥

dhukh vechhoRaa ik dhukh bhookh ||

The pain of separation - this is the hungry pain I feel.

ਇਕੁ ਦੁਖੁ ਸਕਤਵਾਰ ਜਮਦੂਤ ॥

eik dhukh sakatavaar jamadhoot ||

Another pain is the attack of the Messenger of Death.

ਇਕੁ ਦੁਖੁ ਰੋਗੁ ਲਗੈ ਤਨਿ ਧਾਇ ॥

eik dhukh rog lagai tan dhai ||

Another pain is the disease consuming my body.

ਵੈਦ ਨ ਭੋਲੇ ਦਾਰੂ ਲਾਇ ॥੧॥

vaidh na bhole dhaaroo lai ||1||

O foolish doctor, don't give me medicine. ||1||

ਵੈਦ ਨ ਭੋਲੇ ਦਾਰੂ ਲਾਇ ॥

vaidh na bhole dhaaroo lai ||

O foolish doctor, don't give me medicine.

ਦਰਦੁ ਹੋਵੈ ਦੁਖੁ ਰਹੈ ਸਰੀਰ ॥

dharadh hovai dhukh rahai sareer ||

The pain persists, and the body continues to suffer.

ਐਸਾ ਦਾਰੂ ਲਗੈ ਨ ਬੀਰ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥

aaisaa dhaaroo lagai na beer ||1|| rahaau ||

Your medicine has no effect on me. ||1||Pause||

ਖਸਮੁ ਵਿਸਾਰਿ ਕੀਏ ਰਸ ਭੋਗ ॥

khasam visaar ke'ee ras bhog ||

Forgetting his Lord and Master, the mortal enjoys sensual pleasures;

ਤਾਂ ਤਨਿ ਉਠਿ ਖਲੋਏ ਰੋਗ ॥

taa(n) tan uTh khaloe rog ||

then, disease rises up in his body.

ਮਨ ਅੰਧੇ ਕਉ ਮਿਲੈ ਸਜਾਇ ॥

man a(n)dhe kau milai sajai ||

The blind mortal receives his punishment.

ਵੈਦ ਨ ਭੋਲੇ ਦਾਰੂ ਲਾਇ ॥੨॥

vaidh na bhole dhaaroo lai ||2||

O foolish doctor, don't give me medicine. ||2||

ਚੰਦਨ ਕਾ ਫਲੁ ਚੰਦਨ ਵਾਸੁ ॥

cha(n)dhan kaa fal cha(n)dhan vaas ||

The value of sandalwood lies in its fragrance.

ਮਾਣਸ ਕਾ ਫਲੁ ਘਟ ਮਹਿ ਸਾਸੁ ॥

maanas kaa fal ghaT meh saas ||

The value of the human lasts only as long as the breath in the body.

ਸਾਸਿ ਗਇਐ ਕਾਇਆ ਢਲਿ ਪਾਇ ॥

saas giaai kaiaa ddal pai ||

When the breath is taken away, the body crumbles into dust.

ਤਾ ਕੈ ਪਾਛੈ ਕੋਇ ਨ ਖਾਇ ॥੩॥

taa kai paachhai koi na khai ||3||

After that, no one takes any food. ||3||

ਕੰਚਨ ਕਾਇਆ ਨਿਰਮਲ ਹੰਸੁ ॥

ka(n)chan kaiaa niramal ha(n)s ||

The mortal's body is golden, and the soul-swan is immaculate and pure,

ਜਿਸੁ ਮਹਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਅੰਸੁ ॥

jis meh naam nira(n)jan a(n)s ||

if even a tiny particle of the Immaculate Naam is within.

ਦੂਖ ਰੋਗ ਸਭਿ ਗਇਆ ਗਵਾਇ ॥

dhookh rog sabh giaa gavai ||

All pain and disease are eradicated.

ਨਾਨਕ ਛੂਟਸਿ ਸਾਚੈ ਨਾਇ ॥੪॥੨॥੭॥

naanak chhooTas saachai nai ||4||2||7||

O Nanak, the mortal is saved through the True Name. ||4||2||7||

ਮਲਾਰ ਮਹਲਾ ੧ ॥

malaar mahalaa pehilaa ||

Malaar, First Mehla:

ਦੁਖ ਮਹੁਰਾ ਮਾਰਣ ਹਰਿ ਨਾਮੁ ॥

dhukh mahuraa maaran har naam ||

Pain is the poison. The Lord's Name is the antidote.

ਸਿਲਾ ਸੰਤੋਖ ਪੀਸਣੁ ਹਥਿ ਦਾਨੁ ॥

silaa sa(n)tokh peesan hath dhaan ||

Grind it up in the mortar of contentment, with the pestle of charitable giving.