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M
y heart is joy-filled, blossoming with love;
Ravished am I by His love--
Love of my eternal Lord.
He is the immortal Lord Supreme,
Whose will nothing restrains;
Gracious, compassionate,
In each one's life involved.
He is my sole knowledge, object of meditation, adoration,
His name in my soul lodged:
Neither ritual garb nor wandering nor austere yoga
Know I to win Him over:
Nanak, true devotion alone conquers His love.
Agreeable is the cool night, followed by happy day;
Thou who art asleep in thy own ego, the Beloved calls thee.
Awakened is the youthful bride to the Lover's call,
In aspect pleasing to Him.
Thou youthful bride! discard falsehood, deceit,
Maya-absorption, concern with the world.
Round my neck I wear the pearl-string of His Name,
The jewel string of His holy Word.
With hands folded Nanak makes supplication:
Show Thy grace, take me into Thy favor!
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