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Raamkalee, First Mehl:

My boat is wobbly and unsteady; it is filled with sins. The wind is rising - what if it tips over?

As sunmukh, I have turned to the Guru; O my Perfect Master; please be sure to bless me with Your glorious greatness. ||1||

O Guru, my Saving Grace, please carry me across the world-ocean.

Bless me with devotion to the perfect, imperishable Lord God; I am a sacrifice to You. ||1||Pause||

He alone is a Siddha, a seeker, a Yogi, a wandering pilgrim, who meditates on the One Perfect Lord.

Touching the feet of the Lord Master, they are emancipated; they come to receive the Word of the Teachings. ||2||

I know nothing of charity, meditation, self-discipline or religious rituals; I only chant Your Name, God.

Nanak has met the Guru, the Transcendent Lord God; through the True Word of His Shabad, he is set free. ||3||6||