2. The black Indian cuckoo. Its name is derived from its cry, which increases in volume of sound as it progresses. It is larger than the chatrik.]

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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--

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Woman is making supplication and praising His qualities

'I shall be pleasing to the Lord if I utter His praises.

'The Bairagi[1] liveth in the true palace; if He allow me to go to Him, I will go.

'Without God I am without honour and strength; how shall I obtain comfort in His palace?'

Nanak, in Jeth if a woman know God and embrace virtue, she shall by His favour become like unto Him.

The month of Har is sultry;[2] the sun is burning in the sky;

The earth is suffering; it is parched and heated like fire

The heat is drying up moisture; men die in anguish, yet the sun wearieth not of his toil.

When his chariot turneth towards the south,[3] woman looketh for the shade; the grasshoppers chirp in the forest.

She who hath departed with her sins shall suffer in the next world, while she who remembereth the True One shall obtain comfort.

Nanak, with God, to whom I gave my heart, are death and life.

In Sawan be happy, O my soul; it is the season of clouds and rain.

'I love my Spouse with my soul and body, but the Dear One hath gone abroad;