Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In Phalgun, joy fills the souls to whom the One — their truest Friend — has shown itself. The holy ones, out of pure kindness, have brought me to it at last.
Now my resting place is lovely and I have every comfort; there's not a trace of sadness left in me. My deepest wishes have all come true — by wonderful good fortune, I have found the One itself as my Beloved. Come, gather round, all of you I love, and let's sing songs of pure rejoicing together!
There is no one anywhere like the One; nothing comes close. It makes both this life and the next beautiful, and gives us a forever-home. It lifts us out of the stormy sea of the world, so we never have to go round the painful circle again. I have only one tongue, but your good and beautiful qualities are beyond all counting — and falling at your feet, I am saved. In Phalgun, praise the One without stopping; there is not the smallest trace of greed in it.
Phalgun (February-March) is the last month of the year and the threshold of spring again — the season of Holi, of color and festival and joyful song. After the long journey through heat and flood and cold, the song arrives at full reunion and celebration. Bliss comes to those, unto whom the Lord, the Friend, has been revealed. The aching of all the earlier months gives way, here, to fulfilled joy: My desires have been fulfilled... I have obtained the Sovereign Lord as my Husband.
This is the soul-bride's wedding at last — and notice that it is, finally, a communal joy. After all the solitary longing, the bride calls out to others: Join with me, my sisters, and sing the songs of rejoicing. Union with the One does not seal the soul off in private bliss; it overflows into shared celebration. The deepest joy wants company; it gathers the others in and turns into song. This is the festival-spirit of Phalgun made spiritual — color, music, and a circle of voices rejoicing together.
The stanza ends by naming what the One has done: it embellishes this world and the world hereafter, gives us our permanent home, and rescues us from the world-ocean so the painful cycle is finished. And it closes on a small, perfect detail that is easy to miss: He has not even an iota of greed. After a year of watching greed and grasping ruin the forgetful soul, the song notes that the One — who gives all of this, the home, the rescue, the endless beauty — wants nothing in return. There is not a speck of greed in the Giver. The whole flood of grace is poured out freely, for love alone. And the only fitting response, the soul finds, is to praise Him continually — not as payment, which the One does not want, but as the natural overflow of a heart that has finally, after all twelve months, come home.
When you're filled with real joy, do you tend to hold it privately or gather others into it — and what would singing it together look like?
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