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Tukhaari Chhant, First Mehl, Baarah Maahaa ~ The Twelve Months:

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One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

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Listen: according to the karma of their past actions, each and every person experiences happiness or sorrow; whatever You give, Lord, is good.

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O Lord, the Created Universe is Yours; what is my condition? Without the Lord, I cannot survive, even for an instant.

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Without my Beloved, I am miserable; I have no friend at all. As Gurmukh, I drink in the Ambrosial Nectar.

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The Formless Lord is contained in His Creation. To obey God is the best course of action.

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O Nanak, the soul-bride is gazing upon Your Path; please listen, O Supreme Soul. ||1||

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The rainbird cries out, "Pri-o! Beloved!", and the song-bird sings the Lord's Bani.

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The soul-bride enjoys all the pleasures, and merges in the Being of her Beloved.

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She merges into the Being of her Beloved, when she becomes pleasing to God; she is the happy, blessed soul-bride.

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Establishing the nine houses, and the Royal Mansion of the Tenth Gate above them, the Lord dwells in that home deep within the self.

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All are Yours, You are my Beloved; night and day, I celebrate Your Love.

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O Nanak, the rainbird cries out, "Pri-o! Pri-o! Beloved! Beloved!" The song-bird is embellished with the Word of the Shabad. ||2||

Continued...

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Please listen, O my Beloved Lord - I am drenched with Your Love.

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My mind and body are absorbed in dwelling on You; I cannot forget You, even for an instant.

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How could I forget You, even for an instant? I am a sacrifice to You; singing Your Glorious Praises, I live.

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No one is mine; unto whom do I belong? Without the Lord, I cannot survive.

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I have grasped the Support of the Lord's Feet; dwelling there, my body has become immaculate.

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O Nanak, I have obtained profound insight, and found peace; my mind is comforted by the Word of the Guru's Shabad. ||3||

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The Ambrosial Nectar rains down on us! Its drops are so delightful!

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Meeting the Guru, the Best Friend, with intuitive ease, the mortal falls in love with the Lord.

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The Lord comes into the temple of the body, when it pleases God's Will; the soul-bride rises up, and sings His Glorious Praises.

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In each and every home, the Husband Lord ravishes and enjoys the happy soul-brides; so why has He forgotten me?

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The sky is overcast with heavy, low-hanging clouds; the rain is delightful, and my Beloved's Love is pleasing to my mind and body.

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O Nanak, the Ambrosial Nectar of Gurbani rains down; the Lord, in His Grace, has come into the home of my heart. ||4||

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In the month of Chayt, the lovely spring has come, and the bumble bees hum with joy.

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