Tuesday, February 12, 2008
In Phalgun, her mind is enraptured, pleased by the Love of her Beloved.

ਫਲਗੁਨਿ ਮਨਿ ਰਹਸੀ ਪ੍ਰੇਮੁ ਸੁਭਾਇਆ ॥ ਅਨਦਿਨੁ ਰਹਸੁ ਭਇਆ ਆਪੁ ਗਵਾਇਆ ॥ ਮਨ ਮੋਹੁ ਚੁਕਾਇਆ ਜਾ ਤਿਸੁ ਭਾਇਆ ਕਰਿ ਕਿਰਪਾ ਘਰਿ ਆਓ ॥ ਬਹੁਤੇ ਵੇਸ ਕਰੀ ਪਿਰ ਬਾਝਹੁ ਮਹਲੀ ਲਹਾ ਨ ਥਾਓ ॥ ਹਾਰ ਡੋਰ ਰਸ ਪਾਟ ਪਟੰਬਰ ਪਿਰਿ ਲੋੜੀ ਸੀਗਾਰੀ ॥ ਨਾਨਕ ਮੇਲਿ ਲਈ ਗੁਰਿ ਅਪਣੈ ਘਰਿ ਵਰੁ ਪਾਇਆ ਨਾਰੀ ॥੧੬॥


In Phalgun, her mind is enraptured, pleased by the Love of her Beloved. Night and day, she is enraptured, and her selfishness is gone. Emotional attachment is eradicated from her mind, when it pleases Him; in His Mercy, He comes to myhome. I dress in various clothes, but without my Beloved, I shall not find a place in the Mansion of His Presence. I have adorned myself with garlands of flowers, pearl necklaces, scented oils and silk robes. O Nanak, the Guru has united me with Him. The soul-bride has found her Husband Lord, within the home of her own heart. || 16 ||

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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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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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Friday, May 18, 2007
ਮਾਹੁ ਜੇਠੁ ਭਲਾ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਮੁ ਕਿਉ ਬਿਸਰੈ ॥
ਮਾਹੁ ਜੇਠੁ ਭਲਾ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਮੁ ਕਿਉ ਬਿਸਰੈ ॥
The month of Jayt'h is so sublime. How could I forget my Beloved?
ਥਲ ਤਾਪਹਿ ਸਰ ਭਾਰ ਸਾ ਧਨ ਬਿਨਉ ਕਰੈ ॥
The earth burns like a furnace, and the soul-bride offers her prayer.
ਧਨ ਬਿਨਉ ਕਰੇਦੀ ਗੁਣ ਸਾਰੇਦੀ ਗੁਣ ਸਾਰੀ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਭਾਵਾ ॥
The bride offers her prayer, and sings His Glorious Praises; singing His Praises, she becomes pleasing to God.

ਸਾਚੈ ਮਹਲਿ ਰਹੈ ਬੈਰਾਗੀ ਆਵਣ ਦੇਹਿ ਤ ਆਵਾ ॥
The Unattached Lord dwells in His true mansion. If He allows me, then I will come to Him.

ਨਿਮਾਣੀ ਨਿਤਾਣੀ ਹਰਿ ਬਿਨੁ ਕਿਉ ਪਾਵੈ ਸੁਖ ਮਹਲੀ ॥
The bride is dishonored and powerless; how will she find peace without her Lord?

ਨਾਨਕ ਜੇਠਿ ਜਾਣੈ ਤਿਸੁ ਜੈਸੀ ਕਰਮਿ ਮਿਲੈ ਗੁਣ ਗਹਿਲੀ ॥੭॥
O Nanak, in Jayt'h, she who knows her Lord becomes just like Him; grasping virtue, she meets with the Merciful Lord. ||7||

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
ਚੇਤੁ ਬਸੰਤੁ ਭਲਾ ਭਵਰ ਸੁਹਾਵੜੇ ॥
Nanak Shahi New year begins today.
Wish you all a very happy new year.

The month of Chayt starts today so I’ll post the description of this month from Barah Maha Tukhari. This is the time of the year when there are flowers everywhere and bumble bees hum with joy. But for a woman whose beloved is away this beauty of nature is most painful. Guru Nanak sahib compares this pain with the pain of soul bride separated from The Lord. In the end the Bumble bee is also compared to our wandering mind (ਭਵਰੁ ਭਵੰਤਾ ਫੂਲੀ ਡਾਲੀ ਕਿਉ ਜੀਵਾ ਮਰੁ ਮਾਏ ॥) Actual meaning as Prof. Sahib Singh explains is- wandering mind finds no peace without Lord as a bumble bee is restless till it settles on the Lotus. The wonderful surroundings are compared to the worldly pleasures we are lost in and thus get separated from the Lord.
Portrayal of nature and human mind are done in an astounding approach.
ਚੇਤੁ ਬਸੰਤੁ ਭਲਾ ਭਵਰ ਸੁਹਾਵੜੇ ॥
चेतु बसंतु भला भवर सुहावड़े ॥
chayt basant bhalaa bhavar suhaavrhay.
In the month of Chayt, the lovely spring has come, and the bumble bees hum with joy.

ਬਨ ਫੂਲੇ ਮੰਝ ਬਾਰਿ ਮੈ ਪਿਰੁ ਘਰਿ ਬਾਹੁੜੈ ॥
बन फूले मंझ बारि मै पिरु घरि बाहुड़ै ॥
ban foolay manjh baar mai pir ghar baahurhai.
The forest is blossoming in front of my door; if only my Beloved would return to my home!
ਪਿਰੁ ਘਰਿ ਨਹੀ ਆਵੈ ਧਨ ਕਿਉ ਸੁਖੁ ਪਾਵੈ ਬਿਰਹਿ ਬਿਰੋਧ ਤਨੁ ਛੀਜੈ ॥
पिरु घरि नही आवै धन किउ सुखु पावै बिरहि बिरोध तनु छीजै ॥
pir ghar nahee aavai Dhan ki-o sukh paavai bireh biroDh tan chheejai.
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.



ਕੋਕਿਲ ਅੰਬਿ ਸੁਹਾਵੀ ਬੋਲੈ ਕਿਉ ਦੁਖੁ ਅੰਕਿ ਸਹੀਜੈ ॥
कोकिल अ्मबि सुहावी बोलै किउ दुखु अंकि सहीजै ॥
kokil amb suhaavee bolai ki-o dukh ank saheejai.
The beautiful song-bird sings, perched on the mango tree; but how can I endure the pain in the depths of my being?




ਭਵਰੁ ਭਵੰਤਾ ਫੂਲੀ ਡਾਲੀ ਕਿਉ ਜੀਵਾ ਮਰੁ ਮਾਏ ॥

भवरु भवंता फूली डाली किउ जीवा मरु माए ॥

bhavar bhavantaa foolee daalee ki-o jeevaa mar maa-ay.

The bumble bee is buzzing around the flowering branches; but how can I survive? I am dying, O my mother!

ਨਾਨਕ ਚੇਤਿ ਸਹਜਿ ਸੁਖੁ ਪਾਵੈ ਜੇ ਹਰਿ ਵਰੁ ਘਰਿ ਧਨ ਪਾਏ ॥੫॥

नानक चेति सहजि सुखु पावै जे हरि वरु घरि धन पाए ॥५॥

naanak chayt sahj sukh paavai jay har var ghar Dhan paa-ay. 5

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

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