In every house the spouse enjoyeth his happy wife;
why hath my Spouse forgotten me?
Lowering clouds have overspread the heavens; it raineth
pleasantly and love comforteth my soul and body.
Saith Nanak, Thou who rainest ambrosial speech,
graciously come to mine abode.
In Chet agreeable is the spring; the bumble-bee is
pleasing.
In the Bar the forests are flowering; may my Beloved
return to me!
When her beloved returneth not home, how can a wife
obtain comfort? Her body wasteth away with the pain
of separation.
The kokil singeth sweetly on the mango-tree; why
should I endure pain of body?
The bumble-bee is flitting on the flowering branches;
how shall I survive? I am dying, O mother.
Nanak, in Chet comfort is easily obtained if woman
obtain God in her home as her Spouse.
The month of Baisakh is pleasant; the trees are in
blossom;
The woman is waiting for God at her gate, saying, ‘Come,
take compassion on me.
‘Come home, my Beloved, make me cross the difficult
ocean; without Thee I am worthless.
‘Who can appraise Thy worth, my Darling? If it please
Thee, I shall look at Thee and show Thee to others.
‘I know that Thou art not distant; I acknowledge that
Thou art in my heart, and I recognize Thy mansion.’
Nanak, in Baisakh God is found by him who meditateth
on the Word and whose mind is thus happy.
The month of Jeth is pleasant; why should the Beloved
be forgotten?
The land is burning like a furnace; woman is making supplication—
