Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Wandering and roaming, a heart wears its fine clothes to rags.
Jealousy leaves no peace, and without reverence a life comes undone.
The bride who, in loving awe, lets her pride die in her own home is seen with love by her wise Husband.
She keeps loving awe for her Guru, and speaks the Naam of the One who knows no fear.
Living on the mountain, I am so thirsty — yet when I look, I see the One is not far away.
My thirst is quenched; I have taken the Word to heart and drunk my fill of the nectar.
Everyone cries "Give, give!" — and the One gives as it pleases. At the Guru's door the One gives, and ends the thirst.
Here dar and bhau are read as reverence and awe, not terror — hence the nirbhau naam, the Name of the Fearless One. The mountain thirst (doogar... tikhaa) is spiritual longing; jab daykhaa nahee door — once seen, the One is near. The thirst is finally quenched at the Guru's door (grace). The bride's robes worn to rags picture the exhaustion of restless seeking.
What have you felt thirsty for that turned out to be close all along?
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