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Bilaaval, Fifth Mehl:

Death hovers over his head, laughing, but the beast does not understand.

Entangled in conflict, pleasure and egotism, he does not even think of death. ||1||

So serve your True Guru; why wander around miserable and unfortunate?

You gaze upon the transitory, beautiful safflower, but why do you get attached to it? ||1||Pause||

You commit sins again and again, to gather wealth to spend.

But your dust shall mix with dust; you shall arise and depart naked. ||2||

Those for whom you work, will become your spiteful enemies.

In the end, they will run away from you; why do you burn for them in anger? ||3||

He alone becomes the dust of the Lord's slaves, who has such good karma upon his forehead.

Says Nanak, he is released from bondage, in the Sanctuary of the True Guru. ||4||6||36||