Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Spring has come, the loveliest season — but without the One, even a beautiful day feels empty and grey.
Still my heart keeps hoping, my eyes stay fixed on the One — and just seeing true wisdom fills me with joy, like a child lighting up at the sight of their mother.
The verse borrows from the season-poems: in the month of Chayt, spring begins — the world at its most beautiful — but without the Beloved, my courtyard fills with dust. Beauty without love to share it feels hollow; the loveliest day is grey if the heart is alone. Yet the verse won't despair — my sad mind is still hopeful, my eyes fixed on Him — and it ends in one of Gurbani's most heart-melting images: beholding the Guru, Nanak is filled with joy like a child gazing upon his mother. All the longing resolves into the simplest, safest joy there is: a child's face lighting up at the sight of the one who loves them most.
Whose face makes you light up the way a small child lights up at their mom?
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