My tongue chants the Glorious Praises of the Lord of the World; this has become part of my very nature. ||1||

The deer is fascinated by the sound of the bell, and so it is shot with the sharp arrow.

God's Lotus Feet are the Source of Nectar; O Nanak, I am tied to them by a knot. ||2||1||9||

Kaydaaraa, Fifth Mehl:

My Beloved dwells in the cave of my heart.

Shatter the wall of doubt, O my Lord and Master; please grab hold of me, and lift me up towards Yourself. ||1||Pause||

The world-ocean is so vast and deep; please be kind, lift me up and place me on the shore.

In the Society of the Saints, the Lord's Feet are the boat to carry us across. ||1||

The One who placed you in the womb of your mother's belly - no one else shall save you in the wilderness of corruption.

The power of the Lord's Sanctuary is all-powerful; Nanak does not rely on any other. ||2||2||10||

Kaydaaraa, Fifth Mehl:

With your tongue, chant the Name of the Lord.

Chanting the Glorious Praises of the Lord, day and night, your sins shall be eradicated. ||Pause||

You shall have to leave behind all your riches when you depart. Death is hanging over your head - know this well!

Transitory attachments and evil hopes are false. Surely you must believe this! ||1||

Within your heart, focus your meditation on the True Primal Being, Akaal Moorat, the Undying Form.

Only this profitable merchandise, the treasure of the Naam, O Nanak, shall be accepted. ||2||3||11||

Kaydaaraa, Fifth Mehl:

I take only the Support of the Name of the Lord.

Suffering and conflict do not afflict me; I deal only with the Society of the Saints. ||Pause||

Showering His Mercy on me, the Lord Himself has saved me, and no evil thoughts arise within me.

Whoever receives this Grace, contemplates Him in meditation; he is not burned by the fire of the world. ||1||

Peace, joy and bliss come from the Lord, Har, Har. God's Feet are sublime and excellent.

Slave Nanak seeks Your Sanctuary; he is the dust of the feet of Your Saints. ||2||4||12||

Kaydaaraa, Fifth Mehl:

Without the Name of the Lord, one's ears are cursed.

Those who forget the Embodiment of Life - what is the point of their lives? ||Pause||

One who eats and drinks countless delicacies is no more than a donkey, a beast of burden.

Twenty-four hours a day, he endures terrible suffering, like the bull, chained to the oil-press. ||1||

Forsaking the Life of the World, and attached to another, they weep and wail in so many ways.

With his palms pressed together, Nanak begs for this gift; O Lord, please keep me strung around Your Neck. ||2||5||13||

Kaydaaraa, Fifth Mehl:

I take the dust of the feet of the Saints and apply it to my face.

Hearing of the Imperishable, Eternally Perfect Lord, pain does not afflict me, even in this Dark Age of Kali Yuga. ||Pause||

Through the Guru's Word, all affairs are resolved, and the mind is not tossed about here and there.

Whoever sees the One God to be pervading in all the many beings, does not burn in the fire of corruption. ||1||

The Lord grasps His slave by the arm, and his light merges into the Light.

Nanak, the orphan, has come seeking the Sanctuary of God's Feet; O Lord, he walks with You. ||2||6||14||

Kaydaaraa, Fifth Mehl: