ਆਸਾਵਰੀ ਮਹਲਾ ੪ ॥
aasaavaree mehlaa 4.
Aasaavaree, Fourth Mehl:
ਮਾਈ ਮੋਰੋ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਮੁ ਰਾਮੁ ਬਤਾਵਹੁ ਰੀ ਮਾਈ ॥
maa-ee moro pareetam raam bataavhu ree maa-ee.
O mother, my mother, tell me about my Beloved Lord.
ਹਉ ਹਰਿ ਬਿਨੁ ਖਿਨੁ ਪਲੁ ਰਹਿ ਨ ਸਕਉ ਜੈਸੇ ਕਰਹਲੁ ਬੇਲਿ ਰੀਝਾਈ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
ha-o har bin khin pal reh na saka-o jaisay karhal bayl reejhaa-ee. ||1|| rahaa-o.
Without the Lord, I cannot live for a moment, even an instant; I love Him, like the camel loves the vine. ||1||Pause||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
O mother, my mother, tell me about my Beloved.
Without the One I cannot live a moment, not even an instant; I love Him the way the camel loves the tender vine.
The soul longs for the One the way a camel craves the tender green vine.
This closing Aasaavaree shabad opens with the soul-bride turning to her mother — "tell me about my Beloved." The love-simile is the camel and the vine: the camel craves the soft green vine with a single-minded hunger. So the soul craves the One. Asking the mother for word of the Beloved is the ache of viraha, the longing that cannot rest.
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