ਲੋਚਨ ਤਾਰ ਲਲਤਾ ਬਿਲਲਾਤੀ ਦਰਸਨ ਪਿਆਸ ਰਜਾਈ ॥੫॥
lochan taar laltaa billaatee darsan pi-aas rajaa-ee. ||5||
I stare at You, and my tongue cries out to You; I am so thirsty for the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan. ||5||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
My eyes stay fixed on You, and my tongue cries out for You.
I am so thirsty for darshan — the blessing of seeing You, of being in Your presence.
A thirst that lifts your eyes toward what you love is a gift, not a wound.
Love turns your whole self toward the One: your eyes look, your voice calls, your heart thirsts.
Darshan is the blessed sight or presence of the One. The thirst, pi-aas, is the rainbird's thirst again, waiting for one drop of rain. Eyes and tongue both reach out. The longing has a direction. It keeps your eyes lifted toward what you love.
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