WADAHANS, FIRST MEHL, DAKHANEE:
The True Creator Lord is True – know this well; He is the True Sustainer. He Himself fashioned Himself; the True Lord is invisible and infinite. He brought together and then separated the two grinding stones of the earth and the sky; without the Guru, there is only pitch darkness. He created the sun and the moon; night and day, they move according to His Thought. || 1 ||
O True Lord and Master, You are True. O True Lord, please bless me with Your Love. || Pause ||
You created the Universe; You are the Giver of pleasure and pain. You created woman and man, the love of poison and emotional attachment to Maya. The four sources of creation and the power of the Word are also of Your making. You give Support to all beings. You have made the Creation as Your Throne; You are the True Judge. || 2 ||
You created comings and goings, but You are ever-stable, O Creator Lord. In birth and death, in coming and going, this soul is held in bondage by corruption. The evil person has forgotten the Naam; he has drowned – what can he do now? Forsaking merit, he has loaded the poisonous cargo of demerits; he is a trader of sins. || 3 ||
The beloved soul has received the Call, the Command of the True Creator Lord. The husband-soul has become separated from the body-bride. The Lord is the re-uniter of the separated ones. No one cares for your beauty, O beautiful bride; the Messenger of Death is bound only by the Commander’s Command. He does not distinguish between young children and old people; he tears apart love and affection. || 4 ||
The nine doors are closed by the True Lord’s Command, and the swan-soul takes flight into the skies. The body-bride is separated, and defrauded by falsehood; she is now a widow – the dead body lies in the courtyard. The widow cries out at the door, “The light of my mind has gone out, O my mother, with his death.” So cry out, O soul-brides of the Husband Lord, and dwell on the Glorious Praises of the True Lord. || 5 ||
Her loved one is cleansed, bathed in water, and dressed in silken robes. The musicians play, and the Bani of the True Word is sung; the five relatives feel as if they too are dead, so deadened are their minds. “Separation from my beloved is like death to me!” cries the widow. “My life in this world is cursed and worthless!” But she alone is approved, who dies, while yet still alive; she lives for the sake of the Love of her Beloved. || 6 ||
So cry out in mourning – you who have come to mourn; this world is false and fraudulent. I too have been defrauded, chasing after worldly entanglements; my Husband Lord has forsaken me – I act like a wife without a spouse. In each and every home, are the brides of the Husband Lord; they gaze upon their handsome Lord with love and affection. I sing the Praises of my True Husband Lord; through the Naam, the Name of my Husband Lord, I blossom forth. || 7 ||
Meeting with the Guru, the soul-bride’s dress is transformed, and she is adorned with Truth. Come and meet with me, O brides of the Lord; let’s meditate in remembrance on the Creator Lord. Through the Naam, the soul-bride becomes the Lord’s favorite; she is adorned with Truth. Don’t sing the songs of separation, O Nanak – reflect upon God. || 8 || 3 ||
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Today's Hukam from Raj Yog Nivas 