Wednesday, July 25, 2007
The rainy season has come, and the clouds have burst into showers.

swvix srs mnw Gx vrsih ruiq Awey ]

mY min qin shu BwvY ipr prdyis isDwey ]

ipru Gir nhI AwvY mrIAY hwvY dwmin cmik frwey ]

syj iekylI KrI duhylI mrxu BieAw duKu mwey ]

hir ibnu nId BUK khu kYsI kwpVu qin n suKwvey ]

nwnk sw sohwgix kMqI ipr kY AMik smwvey ]9]



In Saawan, be happy, O my mind. The rainy season has come, and the clouds have burst into showers. My mind and body are pleased by my Lord, but my Beloved has gone away. My Beloved has not come home, and I am dying of the sorrow of separation. The lightning flashes, and I am scared. My bed is lonely, and I am suffering in agony. I am dying in pain, O my mother! Tell me — without the Lord, how can I sleep, or feel hungry? My clothes give no comfort to my body. O Nanak, she alone is a happy soul-bride, who merges in the Being of her Beloved Husband Lord. || 9 ||

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