Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Gems of Gurbani
Guru Granth sahib – 12
Sawan saras manna ghann varse rut aiye II main man tan sahu bhave pir pardes sidhaye II pir ghar nahin aave mariye haave daaman chamak daraye II
In sawan be happy o my soul. The season has come when the clouds rain. I love my spouse with my soul and body but my darling has gone abroad. My beloved comes not home and I am dying of sorrow of separation, the flash of lightening frightens me.
Bhadon bharam bhuli bhar joban pachhtani II jal thal neer bhare baras rute rang maani II barse nis kaali kiyon such bali dadar mor lavante II priyu priyu chave babiha bloe bhuiangam phire dasante II Machhar dand sayar bhar subhar bin har kiyo such paiye II
In bhadon the bride in the bloom of youth strays in doubt but she regrets afterwards. The ponds and meadows are filled with water and it is time for merry making. It rains during the dark night. How can the young bride have peace? The pied cuckoo calls priye- priye and the snakes are on their biting spree. The ponds are filled to the brim and mosquitoes are stinging. Without the Lord how can the wife obtain comfort?
Aage ghaam pichhe rut jadda dekh chalet man dole II dahu disi sakh hari haryaval sahaj pakke so meetha II Nanak asun mile piyare satguru bhaiye baseetha II
Summer is left behind and the winter lies ahead. There is verdant greenery all around and the boughs are green and laden. That ripens slowly is sweeter. Meet me O Lord in the month of Assu, the true guru has become my mediator.
Katuk kirat payia jo prabhu bhaiya II Deepak sahaj bale tat jalayia II Deepak ras telo dhanpir melo dhan umahe sarsi II
In the month of katak what pleases the Lord is recorded in the mortal’s destiny. The lamp that gets enlightened by the knowledge and truth of His Being burns easily. Love is the oil of the lamp that unites the bride with her groom.
Manghar maah bhala har gun ank samavaye II gunwanti gun rave main pir nihchul bahvaye II
Good is the month of maghar for those who merge in the Lords Being by singing His praises. Virtuous wife utters the Lords praise. My ever stable Love is pleasing to me.
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