Your Saints are very fortunate; their homes are filled with the wealth of the Lord's Name. Their birth is approved, and their actions are fruitful. ||1|| O my Lord, I am a sacrifice to the humble servants of the Lord. I make my hair into a fan, and wave it over them; I apply the dust of their feet to my face. ||1||Pause|| Those generous, humble beings are above both birth and death. They give the gift of the soul, and practice devotional worship; they inspire others to meet the Lord. ||2|| True are their commands, and true are their empires; they are attuned to the Truth. True is their happiness, and true is their greatness. They know the Lord, to whom they belong. ||3|| I wave the fan over them, carry water for them, and grind corn for the humble servants of the Lord. Nanak offers this prayer to God - please, grant me the sight of Your humble servants. ||4||7||54|| Soohee, Fifth Mehl: The True Guru is the Transcendent Lord, the Supreme Lord God; He Himself is the Creator Lord. Your servant begs for the dust of Your feet. I am a sacrifice to the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. ||1|| O my Sovereign Lord, as You keep me, so do I remain. When it pleases You, I chant Your Name. You alone can grant me peace. ||1||Pause|| Liberation, comfort and proper lifestyle come from serving You; You alone cause us to serve You. That place is heaven, where the Kirtan of the Lord's Praises are sung. You Yourself instill faith into us. ||2|| Meditating, meditating, meditating in remembrance on the Naam, I live; my mind and body are enraptured. I wash Your Lotus Feet, and drink in this water, O my True Guru, O Merciful to the meek. ||3|| I am a sacrifice to that most wonderful time when I came to Your Door. God has become compassionate to Nanak; I have found the Perfect True Guru. ||4||8||55|| Soohee, Fifth Mehl: When You come to mind, I am totally in bliss. One who forgets You might just as well be dead. That being, whom You bless with Your Mercy, O Creator Lord, constantly meditates on You. ||1|| O my Lord and Master, You are the honor of the dishonored such as me. I offer my prayer to You, God; listening, listening to the Word of Your Bani, I live. ||1||Pause|| May I become the dust of the feet of Your humble servants. I am a sacrifice to the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. I enshrine Your Ambrosial Word within my heart. By Your Grace, I have found the Company of the Holy. ||2|| I place the state of my inner being before You; there is no other as great as You. He alone is attached, whom You attach; he alone is Your devotee. ||3|| With my palms pressed together, I beg for this one gift; O my Lord and Master, if it pleases You, I shall obtain it. With each and every breath, Nanak adores You; twenty-four hours a day, I sing Your Glorious Praises. ||4||9||56|| Soohee, Fifth Mehl: When You stand over our heads, O Lord and Master, how can we suffer in pain? The mortal being does not know how to chant Your Name - he is intoxicated with the wine of Maya, and the thought of death does not even enter his mind. ||1|| O my Sovereign Lord, You belong to the Saints, and the Saints belong to You.