This shabad has been sung by the following:

Title	Artist	Album	Shabad Submitter
04 - Joginder Singh Riar - Deeva Mera Ek Naam	Joginder Singh Riar (Ludhiane Wale)	Guru Ramdass Rakhoh Sarnai	HSinghDCWale

 

This Shabad is by Guru Nanak Dev Ji in Raag Aasaa on Pannaa 358

Awsw mhlw 1 ]
aasaa mehalaa 1 ||
Aasaa, First Mehla:

dIvw myrw eyku nwmu duKu ivic pwieAw qylu ]
dheevaa maeraa eaek naam dhukh vich paaeiaa thael ||
The One Name is my lamp; I have put the oil of suffering into it.

auin cwnix Ehu soiKAw cUkw jm isau mylu ]1]
oun chaanan ouhu sokhiaa chookaa jam sio mael ||1||
Its flame has dried up this oil, and I have escaped my meeting with the Messenger of Death. ||1||

lokw mq ko PkiV pwie ]
lokaa math ko fakarr paae ||
O people, do not make fun of me.

lK miVAw kir eykTy eyk rqI ly Bwih ]1] rhwau ]
lakh marriaa kar eaekat(h)ae eaek rathee lae bhaahi ||1|| rehaao ||
Thousands of wooden logs, piled up together, need only a tiny flame to burn. ||1||Pause||

ipMfu pqil myrI kysau ikirAw scu nwmu krqwru ]
pi(n)dd pathal maeree kaeso kiriaa sach naam karathaar ||
The Lord is my festive dish, of rice balls on leafy plates; the True Name of the Creator Lord is my funeral ceremony.

AYQY EQY AwgY pwCY eyhu myrw AwDwru ]2]
aithhai outhhai aagai paashhai eaehu maeraa aadhhaar ||2||
Here and hereafter, in the past and in the future, this is my support. ||2||

gMg bnwris isPiq qumwrI nwvY Awqm rwau ]
ga(n)g banaaras sifath thumaaree naavai aatham raao ||
The Lord's Praise is my River Ganges and my city of Benares; my soul takes its sacred cleansing bath there.

scw nwvxu qW QIAY jW Aihinis lwgY Bwau ]3]
sachaa naavan thaa(n) thheeai jaa(n) ahinis laagai bhaao ||3||
That becomes my true cleansing bath, if night and day, I enshrine love for You. ||3||

iek lokI horu CimCrI bRwhmxu vit ipMfu Kwie ]
eik lokee hor shhamishharee braahaman vatt pi(n)dd khaae ||
The rice balls are offered to the gods and the dead ancestors, but it is the Brahmins who eat them!

nwnk ipMfu bKsIs kw kbhUM inKUtis nwih ]4]2]32]
naanak pi(n)dd bakhasees kaa kabehoo(n) nikhoottas naahi ||4||2||32||
O Nanak, the rice balls of the Lord are a gift which is never exhausted. ||4||2||32||

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