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Soohee, Fifth Mehl:

How have you enjoyed your Dear Beloved?

O sister, please teach me, please show me. ||1||

Crimson, crimson, crimson

- this is the color of the soul-bride who is imbued with the Love of her Beloved. ||1||Pause||

I wash Your Feet with my eye-lashes.

Wherever You send me, there I will go. ||2||

I would trade meditation, austerity, self-discipline and celibacy,

if I could only meet the Lord of my life, for even an instant. ||3||

She who eradicates her self-conceit, power and arrogant intellect,

O Nanak, is the true soul-bride. ||4||4||10||