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Salok:

Leaving the water, the fish cannot live; the rainbird cannot live without the raindrops from the clouds.

The deer is enticed by the sound of the hunter's bell, and shot through with the arrow; the bumble bee is entangled in the fragrance of the flowers.

The Saints are entranced by the Lord's lotus feet; O Nanak, they desire nothing else. ||1||

Show me Your face, for even an instant, Lord, and I will not give my consciousness to any other.

My life is with the Lord Master, O Nanak, the Friend of the Saints. ||2||

Pauree:

How can the fish live without water?

Without the raindrops, how can the rainbird be satisfied?

The deer, entranced by the sound of the hunter's bell, runs straight to him;

the bumble bee is greedy for the flower's fragrance; finding it, he traps himself in it.

Just so, the humble Saints love the Lord; beholding the Blessed Vision of His Darshan, they are satisfied and satiated. ||12||