Thursday, August 16, 2007
The lakes and fields are overflowing with water;

Bwdau Brim BulI Bir jobin pCuqwxI ]

jl Ql nIir Bry brs ruqy rMgu mwxI ]

brsY inis kwlI ikau suKu bwlI dwdr mor lvMqy ]

ipRau ipRau cvY bbIhw boly BuieAMgm iPrih fsMqy ]

mCr fMg swier Br suBr ibnu hir ikau suKu pweIAY ]

nwnk pUiC clau gur Apuny jh pRBu qh hI jweIAY ]10]

In Bhaadon, the young woman is confused by doubt; later, she regrets and repents. The lakes and fields are overflowing with water; the rainy season has come . the time to celebrate! In the dark of night it rains; how can the young bride find peace?

The frogs and peacocks send out their noisy calls. .Pri-o! Pri-o! Beloved! Beloved!. cries the sparrow-hawk, while the snakes slither around, biting. The mosquitoes bite and sting, and the ponds are filled to overflowing; without the Lord, how can she find peace?

O Nanak, I will go and ask my Guru; wherever God is, there I will go. || 10 ||

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