ਮਃ ੧ ॥

mahalaa 1 |

First Mehl:

ਭਾਰ ਅਠਾਰਹ ਮੇਵਾ ਹੋਵੈ ਗਰੁੜਾ ਹੋਇ ਸੁਆਉ ॥

bhaar atthaarah mevaa hovai garurraa hoe suaau |

If all the eighteen loads of vegetation became fruits,

ਚੰਦੁ ਸੂਰਜੁ ਦੁਇ ਫਿਰਦੇ ਰਖੀਅਹਿ ਨਿਹਚਲੁ ਹੋਵੈ ਥਾਉ ॥

chand sooraj due firade rakheeeh nihachal hovai thaau |

and the growing grass became sweet rice; if I were able to stop the sun and the moon in their orbits and hold them perfectly steady

ਭੀ ਤੂੰਹੈ ਸਾਲਾਹਣਾ ਆਖਣ ਲਹੈ ਨ ਚਾਉ ॥੨॥

bhee toonhai saalaahanaa aakhan lahai na chaau |2|

-even then, I would worship and adore You, and my longing to chant Your Praises would not decrease. ||2||