The Golden Crop Is Ready For Harvesting

The Sunflower Crop

The Wild Flowers

The Satluj River

vYswKu Blw swKw vys kry ] (1108-3, quKwrI, mÚ 1)
vaisaakh bhalaa saakhaa vays karay.
Baisakh is so pleasant; the branches blossom with new leaves.

Dn dyKY hir duAwir Awvhu dieAw kry ]
Dhan daykhai har du-aar aavhu da-i-aa karay.
The soul-bride yearns to see the Lord at her door. Come, O Lord, and take pity on me!

Gir Awau ipAwry duqr qwry quDu ibnu AFu n molo ]
ghar aa-o pi-aaray dutar taaray tuDh bin adh na molo.
Please come home, O my Beloved; carry me across the treacherous world-ocean.
Without You, I am not worth even a shell.

kImiq kaux kry quDu BwvW dyiK idKwvY Folo ]
keemat ka-un karay tuDh bhaavaaN daykh dikhaavai dholo.
Who can estimate my worth, if I am pleasing to You? I see You, and inspire others to see You, O my Love.

dUir n jwnw AMqir mwnw hir kw mhlu pCwnw ]
door na jaanaa antar maanaa har kaa mahal pachhaanaa.
I know that You are not far away; I believe that You are deep within me, and I realize Your Presence.

nwnk vYswKIN pRBu pwvY suriq sbid mnu mwnw ]6]
naanak vaisaakheeN parabh paavai surat sabad man maanaa.
O Nanak, finding God in Baisakhi, the consciousness is filled with the Word of the
Shabad, and the mind comes to believe.