
sorat(h) mehalaa 5 ||
gee behorr ba(n)dhee shhorr nira(n)kaar dhukhadhaaree ||
karam n jaanaa dhharam n jaanaa lobhee maaeiaadhhaaree ||
naam pariou bhagath govi(n)dh kaa eih raakhahu paij thumaaree ||1||
har jeeo nimaaniaa thoo maan ||
nicheejiaa cheej karae maeraa govi(n)dh thaeree kudharath ko kurabaan || rehaao ||
jaisaa baalak bhaae subhaaee lakh aparaadhh kamaavai ||
kar oupadhaes jhirrakae bahu bhaathee bahurr pithaa gal laavai ||
pishhalae aougun bakhas leae prabh aagai maarag paavai ||2||
har a(n)tharajaamee sabh bidhh jaanai thaa kis pehi aakh sunaaeeai ||
kehanai kathhan n bheejai gobi(n)dh har bhaavai paij rakhaaeeai ||
avar outt mai sagalee dhaekhee eik thaeree outt rehaaeeai ||3||
hoe dhaeiaal kirapaal prabh t(h)aakur aapae sunai baena(n)thee ||
pooraa sathagur mael milaavai sabh chookai man kee chi(n)thee ||
har har naam avakhadh mukh paaeiaa jan naanak sukh vasa(n)thee ||4||12||62||

Sorat'h, Fifth Mehla:
The Restorer of what was taken away, the Liberator from captivity; the Formless Lord, the Destroyer of pain.
I do not know about karma and good deeds; I do not know about Dharma and righteous living. I am so greedy, chasing after Maya.
I go by the name of God's devotee; please, save this honor of Yours. ||1||
O Dear Lord, You are the honor of the dishonored.
You make the unworthy ones worthy, O my Lord of the Universe; I am a sacrifice to Your almighty creative power. ||Pause||
Like the child, innocently making thousands of mistakes
his father teaches him, and scolds him so many times, but still, he hugs him close in his embrace.
Please forgive my past actions, God, and place me on Your path for the future. ||2||
The Lord, the Inner-knower, the Searcher of hearts, knows all about my state of mind; so who else should I go to and speak to?
The Lord, the Lord of the Universe, is not pleased by mere recitation of words; if it is pleasing to His Will, He preserves our honor.
I have seen all other shelters, but Yours alone remains for me. ||3||
Becoming kind and compassionate, God the Lord and Master Himself listens to my prayer.
He unites me in Union with the Perfect True Guru, and all the cares and anxieties of my mind are dispelled.
The Lord, Har, Har, has placed the medicine of the Naam into my mouth; servant Nanak abides in peace. ||4||12||62||

ਹਰਿ ਜੀਉ ਨਿਮਾਣਿਆ ਤੂ ਮਾਣੁ ॥ - Bhai Arvinder Singh Jee

Essence of Sikhi