ਸਲੋਕੁ ਮਃ ੩ ॥

salok mahalaa 3 |

Salok, Third Mehl:

ਜਿਉ ਤਨੁ ਕੋਲੂ ਪੀੜੀਐ ਰਤੁ ਨ ਭੋਰੀ ਡੇਹਿ ॥

jiau tan koloo peerreeai rat na bhoree ddehi |

It is as if my body has been crushed in the oil-press, without yielding even a drop of blood;

ਜੀਉ ਵੰਞੈ ਚਉ ਖੰਨੀਐ ਸਚੇ ਸੰਦੜੈ ਨੇਹਿ ॥

jeeo vanyai chau khaneeai sache sandarrai nehi |

it is as if my soul has been cut apart into pieces for the sake of the Love of the True Lord;

ਨਾਨਕ ਮੇਲੁ ਨ ਚੁਕਈ ਰਾਤੀ ਅਤੈ ਡੇਹ ॥੧॥

naanak mel na chukee raatee atai ddeh |1|

O Nanak, still, night and day, my Union with the Lord is not broken. ||1||