(SGGS 295)

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Happiness, intuitive peace, poise and bliss - in the Company of

the Holy, meditate on the Lord of supreme bliss. You shall be
spared from hell - save your soul! Drink in the ambrosial
essence of the Glorious Praises of the Lord of the
Universe. Focus your consciousness on the One, the Allpervading Lord - He has One Form, but He has many
manifestations. Sustainer of the Universe, Lord of the world,
Kind to the poor, Destroyer of sorrow, perfectly Merciful.
Meditate, meditate in remembrance on the Naam, again and
again. O Nanak, it is the Support of the soul.

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(SGGS 14)
If I had a palace made of pearls, inlaid with jewels, scented with
musk, saffron and sandalwood, a sheer delight to behold
- seeing this, I might go astray and forget You, and Your Name
would not enter into my mind. Without the Lord, my soul is
scorched and burnt. I consulted my Guru, and now I see that
there is no other place at all. If the floor of this palace was a
mosaic of diamonds and rubies, and if my bed was encased
with rubies, and if heavenly beauties, their faces adorned with
emeralds, tried to entice me with sensual gestures of love
- seeing these, I might go astray and forget You, and Your Name
would not enter into my mind. If I were to become a Siddha,
and work miracles, summon wealth and become invisible and
visible at will, so that people would hold me in awe - seeing
these, I might go astray and forget You, and Your Name would
not enter into my mind. If I were to become an emperor and
raise a huge army, and sit on a throne, issuing commands and
collecting taxes - O Nanak, all of this could pass away like a puff
of wind. Seeing these, I might go astray and forget You, and
Your Name would not enter into my mind.
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(SGGS 958)

To ask for any other than You, Lord, is the most miserable of
miseries. Please bless me with Your Name, and make me
content; may the hunger of my mind be satisfied. The Guru has
made the woods and meadows green again. O Nanak, is it any
wonder that He blesses human beings as well?