Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I am so thirsty just to see You. I picture You a thousand different ways.
So be kind to me — pour Your kindness over me, the way rain pours over dry ground.
Darsan kee pi-aas ghanee — a great thirst for the sight of the Beloved. Thirst is the raag's favorite way of naming longing: not a polite wish but a physical need, the whole self leaning toward one thing. And the mind, thirsty, keeps picturing — chitvat anik parkaar, imagining in countless ways — because love can't stop rehearsing the face it misses. The verse ends not in effort but in asking: karahu anoograhu — show grace, pour mercy. You cannot manufacture the meeting; you can only make yourself thirsty and ask, and the rain comes as gift.
What do you find yourself picturing again and again because you long for it?
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