Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
You are like the raindrop, and I am the little song-bird calling and calling for it.
Be kind, and let just one drop of Your Name fall into me — even for a single moment.
The heart longs for the One the way a thirsty bird longs for rain.
har har boond bha-ay har su-aamee ham chaatrik — the One is the raindrop, and I am the chaatrik. The chaatrik is a song-bird from old stories. It is said to drink only raindrops falling from the sky. So it calls and calls, bilal billaatee, crying out for rain. That crying is pure longing.
Then the whole prayer shrinks to one small ask. mukh dayvhu har nimkhaatee — put the Name in my mouth, even for an instant. Think of waiting all day for a message from someone you love. One word is enough. Longing like this is honored as love.
Have you ever waited and longed for something so much it was almost like thirst?
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