Bhagat Bhikhan Ji

Tears well up in my eyes, my body has become weak, and my hair has become milky-white.

My throat is tight, and I cannot utter even one word; what can I do now? I am a mere mortal.

O Lord, my King, Gardener of the world-garden, be my Physician,

My head aches, my body is burning, and my heart is filled with anguish.

Such is the disease that has struck me; there is no medicine to cure it.

The Name of the Lord, the ambrosial, immaculate water, is the best medicine in the world.

Such is the Naam, the Name of the Lord, the invaluable jewel, the most sublime wealth, which I have found through good deeds.

By various efforts, I have enshrined it within my heart; this jewel cannot be hidden by hiding it.

The Glorious Praises of the Lord cannot be spoken by speaking.

They are like the sweet candies given to a mute. ||1||Pause

The tongue speaks, the ears listen, and the mind contemplates the Lord; they find peace and comfort.

Says Bheekhan, my eyes are content; wherever I look, there I see the Lord. ||2

Dhanaasaree, First Mehl, First House, Chau-Padas: