soriT mhlw 5 ]

aucwrx soriT mh`lw pMjvw

sorath mehalaa 5 ||

Sorat'h, Fifth Mehl:

qnu sMqn kw Dnu sMqn kw mnu sMqn kw kIAw ]

than santhan kaa dhhan santhan kaa man santhan kaa keeaa ||

My body belongs to the Saints, my wealth belongs to the Saints, and my mind belongs to the Saints.

sMq pRswid hir nwmu iDAwieAw srb kusl qb QIAw ]1]

santh prasaadh har naam dhhiaaeiaa sarab kusal thab thheeaa ||1||

By the Grace of the Saints, I meditate on the Lord's Name, and then, all comforts come to me. ||1||

sMqn ibnu Avru n dwqw bIAw ]

santhan bin avar n dhaathaa beeaa ||

Without the Saints, there are no other givers.

jo jo srix prY swDU kI so pwrgrwmI kIAw ] rhwau ]

jo jo saran parai saadhhoo kee so paaragaraamee keeaa || rehaao ||

Whoever takes to the Sanctuary of the Holy Saints, is carried across. ||Pause||

koit prwD imtih jn syvw hir kIrqnu ris gweIAY ]

kott paraadhh mittehi jan saevaa har keerathan ras gaaeeai ||

Millions of sins are erased by serving the humble Saints, and singing the Glorious Praises of the Lord with love.

eIhw suKu AwgY muK aUjl jn kw sMgu vfBwgI pweIAY ]2]

eehaa sukh aagai mukh oojal jan kaa sang vaddabhaagee paaeeai ||2||

One finds peace in this world, and one's face is radiant in the next world, by associating with the humble Saints, through great good fortune. ||2||

rsnw eyk Anyk gux pUrn jn kI kyqk aupmw khIAY ]

rasanaa eaek anaek gun pooran jan kee kaethak oupamaa keheeai ||

I have only one tongue, and the Lord's humble servant is filled with countless virtues; how can I sing his praises?

Agm Agocr sd AibnwsI srix sMqn kI lhIAY ]3]

agam agochar sadh abinaasee saran santhan kee leheeai ||3||

The inaccessible, unapproachable and eternally unchanging Lord is obtained in the Sanctuary of the Saints. ||3||

inrgun nIc AnwQ AprwDI Et sMqn kI AwhI ]

niragun neech anaathh aparaadhhee outt santhan kee aahee ||

I am worthless, lowly, without friends or support, and full of sins; I long for the Shelter of the Saints.

bUfq moh igRh AMD kUp mih nwnk lyhu inbwhI ]4]7]

booddath moh grih andhh koop mehi naanak laehu nibaahee ||4||7||

I am drowning in the deep, dark pit of household attachments - please save me, Lord! ||4||7||