O Nanak, she alone is a happy soul-bride, who merges in the Being of her Beloved Husband Lord. ||9||

In Bhaadon, the young woman is confused by doubt; later, she regrets and repents.

The lakes and fields are overflowing with water; the rainy season has come - the time to celebrate!

In the dark of night it rains; how can the young bride find peace? The frogs and peacocks send out their noisy calls.

"Pri-o! Pri-o! Beloved! Beloved!" cries the rainbird, while the snakes slither around, biting.

The mosquitoes bite and sting, and the ponds are filled to overflowing; without the Lord, how can she find peace?

O Nanak, I will go and ask my Guru; wherever God is, there I will go. ||10||

In Assu, come, my Beloved; the soul-bride is grieving to death.

She can only meet Him, when God leads her to meet Him; she is ruined by the love of duality.

If she is plundered by falsehood, then her Beloved forsakes her. Then, the white flowers of old age blossom in my hair.

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Summer is now behind us, and the winter season is ahead. Gazing upon this play, my shaky mind wavers.

In all ten directions, the branches are green and alive. That which ripens slowly, is sweet.

O Nanak, in Assu, please meet me, my Beloved. The True Guru has become my Advocate and Friend. ||11||

In Katak, that alone comes to pass, which is pleasing to the Will of God.

The lamp of intuition burns, lit by the essence of reality.

Love is the oil in the lamp, which unites the soul-bride with her Lord. The bride is delighted, in ecstasy.

One who dies in faults and demerits - her death is not successful. But one who dies in glorious virtue, really truly dies.

Those who are blessed with devotional worship of the Naam, the Name of the Lord, sit in the home of their own inner being. They place their hopes in You.

Nanak: please open the shutters of Your Door, O Lord, and meet me. A single moment is like six months to me. ||12||

The month of Maghar is good, for those who sing the Glorious Praises of the Lord, and merge in His Being.

The virtuous wife utters His Glorious Praises; my Beloved Husband Lord is Eternal and Unchanging.

The Primal Lord is Unmoving and Unchanging, Clever and Wise; all the world is fickle.

By virtue of spiritual wisdom and meditation, she merges in His Being; she is pleasing to God, and He is pleasing to her.

I have heard the songs and the music, and the poems of the poets; but only the Name of the Lord takes away my pain.

O Nanak, that soul-bride is pleasing to her Husband Lord, who performs loving devotional worship before her Beloved. ||13||

In Poh, the snow falls, and the sap of the trees and the fields dries up.

Why have You not come? I keep You in my mind, body and mouth.