ਆਸਾ ਮਹਲਾ ੧ ॥

Asa Mehala 1 ||

Aasaa, First Mehl:

ਦੀਵਾ ਮੇਰਾ ਏਕੁ ਨਾਮੁ ਦੁਖੁ ਵਿਚਿ ਪਾਇਆ ਤੇਲੁ ॥

Dheeva Maera Eaek Nam Dhukh Vich Paeia Thael ||

The One Name is my lamp; I have put the oil of suffering into it.

ਉਨਿ ਚਾਨਣਿ ਓਹੁ ਸੋਖਿਆ ਚੂਕਾ ਜਮ ਸਿਉ ਮੇਲੁ ॥੧॥

Oun Chanan Ouhu Sokhia Chooka Jam Sio Mael ||1||

Its flame has dried up this oil, and I have escaped my meeting with the Messenger of Death. ||1||

ਲੋਕਾ ਮਤ ਕੋ ਫਕੜਿ ਪਾਇ ॥

Loka Math Ko Fakarr Pae ||

O people, do not make fun of me.

ਪਿੰਡੁ ਪਤਲਿ ਮੇਰੀ ਕੇਸਉ ਕਿਰਿਆ ਸਚੁ ਨਾਮੁ ਕਰਤਾਰੁ ॥

Pindd Pathal Maeree Kaeso Kiria Sach Nam Karathar ||

The Lord is my festive dish, of rice balls on leafy plates; the True Name of the Creator Lord is my funeral ceremony.

ਐਥੈ ਓਥੈ ਆਗੈ ਪਾਛੈ ਏਹੁ ਮੇਰਾ ਆਧਾਰੁ ॥੨॥

Aithhai Outhhai Agai Pashhai Eaehu Maera Adhhar ||2||

Here and hereafter, in the past and in the future, this is my support. ||2||

ਗੰਗ ਬਨਾਰਸਿ ਸਿਫਤਿ ਤੁਮਾਰੀ ਨਾਵੈ ਆਤਮ ਰਾਉ ॥

Gang Banaras Sifath Thumaree Navai Atham Rao ||

The Lord's Praise is my River Ganges and my city of Benares; my soul takes its sacred cleansing bath there.

ਸਚਾ ਨਾਵਣੁ ਤਾਂ ਥੀਐ ਜਾਂ ਅਹਿਨਿਸਿ ਲਾਗੈ ਭਾਉ ॥੩॥

Sacha Navan Than Thheeai Jan Ahinis Lagai Bhao ||3||

That becomes my true cleansing bath, if night and day, I enshrine love for You. ||3||

ਇਕ ਲੋਕੀ ਹੋਰੁ ਛਮਿਛਰੀ ਬ੍ਰਾਹਮਣੁ ਵਟਿ ਪਿੰਡੁ ਖਾਇ ॥

Eik Lokee Hor Shhamishharee Brahaman Vatt Pindd Khae ||

The rice balls are offered to the gods and the dead ancestors, but it is the Brahmins who eat them!

ਨਾਨਕ ਪਿੰਡੁ ਬਖਸੀਸ ਕਾ ਕਬਹੂੰ ਨਿਖੂਟਸਿ ਨਾਹਿ ॥੪॥੨॥੩੨॥

Naanak Pindd Bakhasees Ka Kabehoon Nikhoottas Nahi ||4||2||32||

O Nanak, the rice balls of the Lord are a gift which is never exhausted. ||4||2||32||