Chhant: 

Listen, O my intimate friend - I have just one prayer to make.

I have been wandering around, searching for that enticing, sweet Beloved.

Whoever leads me to my Beloved - I would cut off my head and offer it to him, even if I were granted the Blessed Vision of His Darshan for just an instant.

My eyes are drenched with the Love of my Beloved; without Him, I do not have even a moment's peace.

My mind is attached to the Lord, like the fish to the water, and the rainbird, thirsty for the raindrops.

Servant Nanak has found the Perfect Guru; his thirst is totally quenched. ||1||