Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Rain down, clouds, pour down! My Beloved has come home.
I give my whole self to my dear Guru, who brought me to meet the One.
Rain down, clouds: the Beloved has come home, and the heart thanks the Guru who brought the meeting.
This is the pause line, the rahaa-o, the center of the song, and it is pure joy.
Baras ghanaa mayraa pir ghar aa-i-aa — "rain down, clouds, my beloved has come home!" Earlier in Raag Malaar, the same words baras ghanaa called out to the rain in longing. Now they are a celebration. With the rains, being apart turns into being together.
Bal jaavaa gur apnay pareetam — the heart pours out thanks to the Guru, jin har parabh aan milaa-i-aa, who brought about the meeting.
Picture a family at the airport, waiting a long time for someone they love. The doors slide open, there they are, and everyone cheers. The waiting is over.
What is a homecoming you have celebrated, or would love to?
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