Nanak, she is the happy wife who is embraced by her
beloved Spouse.
In the month of Bhadon woman in the bloom of youth
is led astray by doubt, but afterwards repenteth.
The lakes and the meadows are filled with water; it is
the rainy season — the time for pleasure.
It raineth during the dark night; how can the young
wife have comfort without her mate? Frogs and peacocks
are croaking.
‘Prio, prio’ crieth the chatrik; serpents go abroad biting;
Mosquitoes sting; lakes are filled to the brim; how shall
man obtain comfort without God?
Nanak, I will ask my Guru and go where the Lord is.
In Assu come, O Beloved; the wife is pining and dying
for Thee.
Man can meet the Lord when He granteth him an interview; but love of mammon ruineth him.
When woman is spoiled by falsehood, her husband putteth
her away; then bloom the kukah and the kahi reeds.[1]
The heat is over, the cool season is approaching; on
seeing this my mind is uneasy.[2]
On all sides the trees are green and verdant; that which
slowly ripeneth is sweet.
Nanak, the true Guru hath become my mediator; may
I meet my Beloved in Assu!
In Kartik what pleaseth God is recorded in man’s destiny.
The lamp which is lit by divine knowledge easily burneth.
Love is the oil of the lamp; the woman and her Beloved
have met;[3] she is overwhelmed with delight.
She whom sin killeth shall not be acceptable at her death,
while she whom virtue killeth shall really die.[4]
God hath given His name and service to those who dwell in their own homes; ever their prayer is—
