Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In Chayt, when spring breaks open and the world turns bright, a deep, quiet joy rises in anyone who keeps the One in mind. Meet the humble holy ones, sing the Beloved's name on your tongue, and the One is found.
Blessed is the arrival into this world of those who find the One; and those who live even a single moment without it are letting that moment go to waste. The One fills the water, the land, every open space, even the deep forests — there is nowhere it isn't.
How much pain the forgetful carry, without even knowing why! But great good fortune belongs to those who hold the One in their hearts. My heart aches to see the Beloved's face — oh, I am so thirsty for it! I would bow and touch the feet of anyone who could lead me to the One in this bright month of Chayt.
The year opens with Chayt — the month of spring in the Punjab, when the cold has broken, the trees are in blossom, and the whole world seems to brighten and open. It is the most beautiful time of year, and traditionally the season when a wife most longs for a husband who is away — the loveliness all around her sharpens the ache of his absence. Guru Arjan takes that exact feeling and turns it toward the One: in this bright, blossoming month, a deep and profound joy arises for the soul that remembers the Beloved.
The stanza sets up the contrast that will run through all twelve months: those who have found the One versus those who live without it. Blessed is their coming into this world — the ones who find the One have not wasted their birth; their arrival was worthwhile. But those who live without Him, for even an instant — their lives are rendered useless. The standard is severe and tender at once: every moment turned toward the One is fruitful; every moment lost to forgetting is a small waste of the rare gift of being alive.
And the month ends on the keynote of the whole song — thirst. My mind yearns for the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan. O Nanak, my mind is so thirsty! This thirst is the emotional engine of the entire Baarah Maaha. The soul is not merely interested in the One; it thirsts for the sight of it, the way a parched throat thirsts for water. And in its thirst it will bow to anyone — I touch the feet of one who unites me with God — who can bring it closer. Spring's beauty has not satisfied the longing; it has awakened it.
Has beauty ever made you ache for something more, rather than feeling complete in itself?
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