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1108
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The forest is blossoming in front of my door; if only my Beloved would return to my home!
1108
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If her Husband Lord does not return home, how can the soul-bride find peace? Her body is wasting away with the sorrow of separation.
1108
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29
The beautiful song-bird sings, perched on the mango tree; but how can I endure the pain in the depths of my being?
1108
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The bumble bee is buzzing around the flowering branches; but how can I survive? I am dying, O my mother!
1108
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O Nanak, in Chayt, peace is easily obtained, if the soul-bride obtains the Lord as her Husband, within the home of her own heart. ||5||
1108
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Baisakhi is so pleasant; the branches blossom with new leaves.
1108
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33
The soul-bride yearns to see the Lord at her door. Come, O Lord, and take pity on me!
1108
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34
Please come home, O my Beloved; carry me across the treacherous world-ocean. Without You, I am not worth even a shell.
1108
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35
Who can estimate my worth, if I am pleasing to You? I see You, and inspire others to see You, O my Love.
1108
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36
I know that You are not far away; I believe that You are deep within me, and I realize Your Presence.
1108
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37
O Nanak, finding God in Baisakhi, the consciousness is filled with the Word of the Shabad, and the mind comes to believe. ||6||
1108
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38
The month of Jayt'h is so sublime. How could I forget my Beloved?
1108
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39
The earth burns like a furnace, and the soul-bride offers her prayer.
1108
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40
The bride offers her prayer, and sings His Glorious Praises; singing His Praises, she becomes pleasing to God.
1108
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41
The Unattached Lord dwells in His true mansion. If He allows me, then I will come to Him.
1108
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42
The bride is dishonored and powerless; how will she find peace without her Lord?
1108
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43
O Nanak, in Jayt'h, she who knows her Lord becomes just like Him; grasping virtue, she meets with the Merciful Lord. ||7||
1108
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44
The month of Aasaarh is good; the sun blazes in the sky.
1108
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45
The earth suffers in pain, parched and roasted in the fire.
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1108
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The fire dries up the moisture, and she dies in agony. But even then, the sun does not grow tired.
1108
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47
His chariot moves on, and the soul-bride seeks shade; the crickets are chirping in the forest.
1108
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48
She ties up her bundle of faults and demerits, and suffers in the world hereafter. But dwelling on the True Lord, she finds peace.
1108
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49
O Nanak, I have given this mind to Him; death and life rest with God. ||8||
1108
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50
In Saawan, be happy, O my mind. The rainy season has come, and the clouds have burst into showers.
1108
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51
My mind and body are pleased by my Lord, but my Beloved has gone away.
1108
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52
My Beloved has not come home, and I am dying of the sorrow of separation. The lightning flashes, and I am scared.
1108
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53
My bed is lonely, and I am suffering in agony. I am dying in pain, O my mother!
1108
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54
Tell me - without the Lord, how can I sleep, or feel hungry? My clothes give no comfort to my body.
1108
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55
O Nanak, she alone is a happy soul-bride, who merges in the Being of her Beloved Husband Lord. ||9||
1108
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56
In Bhaadon, the young woman is confused by doubt; later, she regrets and repents.
1108
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57
The lakes and fields are overflowing with water; the rainy season has come - the time to celebrate!
1108
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58
In the dark of night it rains; how can the young bride find peace? The frogs and peacocks send out their noisy calls.
1108
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59
"Pri-o! Pri-o! Beloved! Beloved!" cries the rainbird, while the snakes slither around, biting.
1108
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60
The mosquitoes bite and sting, and the ponds are filled to overflowing; without the Lord, how can she find peace?
1108
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61
O Nanak, I will go and ask my Guru; wherever God is, there I will go. ||10||
1108
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In Assu, come, my Beloved; the soul-bride is grieving to death.
1108
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63
She can only meet Him, when God leads her to meet Him; she is ruined by the love of duality.
1108
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If she is plundered by falsehood, then her Beloved forsakes her. Then, the white flowers of old age blossom in my hair.
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