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Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:

All treasures come from the Perfect Divine Guru. ||1||Pause||

Chanting the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, the man lives.

The faithless cynic dies in shame and misery. ||1||

The Name of the Lord has become my Protector.

The wretched, faithless cynic makes only useless efforts. ||2||

Spreading slander, many have been ruined.

Their necks, heads and feet are tied by death's noose. ||3||

Says Nanak, the humble devotees chant the Naam, the Name of the Lord.

The Messenger of Death does not even approach them. ||4||13||18||