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THE SIKH RELIGION

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—