ਪ੍ਰਭਾਤੀ ਮਹਲਾ ੧ ॥
prabhaatee mahalaa 1 |
Prabhaatee, First Mehl:
ਖਾਇਆ ਮੈਲੁ ਵਧਾਇਆ ਪੈਧੈ ਘਰ ਕੀ ਹਾਣਿ ॥
khaaeaa mail vadhaaeaa paidhai ghar kee haan |
Eating too much, one's filth only increases; wearing fancy clothes, one's home is disgraced.
ਬਕਿ ਬਕਿ ਵਾਦੁ ਚਲਾਇਆ ਬਿਨੁ ਨਾਵੈ ਬਿਖੁ ਜਾਣਿ ॥੧॥
bak bak vaad chalaaeaa bin naavai bikh jaan |1|
Talking too much, one only starts arguments. Without the Name, everything is poison - know this well. ||1||
ਬਾਬਾ ਐਸਾ ਬਿਖਮ ਜਾਲਿ ਮਨੁ ਵਾਸਿਆ ॥
baabaa aisaa bikham jaal man vaasiaa |
O Baba, such is the treacherous trap which has caught my mind;
ਬਿਬਲੁ ਝਾਗਿ ਸਹਜਿ ਪਰਗਾਸਿਆ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
bibal jhaag sehaj paragaasiaa |1| rahaau |
riding out the waves of the storm, it will be enlightened by intuitive wisdom. ||1||Pause||
ਬਿਖੁ ਖਾਣਾ ਬਿਖੁ ਬੋਲਣਾ ਬਿਖੁ ਕੀ ਕਾਰ ਕਮਾਇ ॥
bikh khaanaa bikh bolanaa bikh kee kaar kamaae |
They eat poison, speak poison and do poisonous deeds.
ਜਮ ਦਰਿ ਬਾਧੇ ਮਾਰੀਅਹਿ ਛੂਟਸਿ ਸਾਚੈ ਨਾਇ ॥੨॥
jam dar baadhe maareeeh chhoottas saachai naae |2|
Bound and gagged at Death's door, they are punished; they can be saved only through the True Name. ||2||
ਜਿਵ ਆਇਆ ਤਿਵ ਜਾਇਸੀ ਕੀਆ ਲਿਖਿ ਲੈ ਜਾਇ ॥
jiv aaeaa tiv jaaeisee keea likh lai jaae |
As they come, they go. Their actions are recorded, and go along with them.
ਮਨਮੁਖਿ ਮੂਲੁ ਗਵਾਇਆ ਦਰਗਹ ਮਿਲੈ ਸਜਾਇ ॥੩॥
manamukh mool gavaaeaa daragah milai sajaae |3|
The self-willed manmukh loses his capital, and is punished in the Court of the Lord. ||3||
ਜਗੁ ਖੋਟੌ ਸਚੁ ਨਿਰਮਲੌ ਗੁਰਸਬਦੀਂ ਵੀਚਾਰਿ ॥
jag khottau sach niramalau gurasabadeen veechaar |
The world is false and polluted; only the True One is Pure. Contemplate Him through the Word of the Guru's Shabad.
ਤੇ ਨਰ ਵਿਰਲੇ ਜਾਣੀਅਹਿ ਜਿਨ ਅੰਤਰਿ ਗਿਆਨੁ ਮੁਰਾਰਿ ॥੪॥
te nar virale jaaneeeh jin antar giaan muraar |4|
Those who have God's spiritual wisdom within, are known to be very rare. ||4||
ਅਜਰੁ ਜਰੈ ਨੀਝਰੁ ਝਰੈ ਅਮਰ ਅਨੰਦ ਸਰੂਪ ॥
ajar jarai neejhar jharai amar anand saroop |
They endure the unendurable, and the Nectar of the Lord, the Embodiment of Bliss, trickles into them continuously.
ਨਾਨਕੁ ਜਲ ਕੌ ਮੀਨੁ ਸੈ ਥੇ ਭਾਵੈ ਰਾਖਹੁ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਿ ॥੫॥੧੩॥
naanak jal kau meen sai the bhaavai raakhahu preet |5|13|
O Nanak, the fish is in love with the water; if it pleases You, Lord, please enshrine such love within me. ||5||13||