Winter's Cool: The One Appears

ਛੰਤੁ ॥

chhant.

Chhant:

ਰੁਤਿ ਸਿਸੀਅਰ ਸੀਤਲ ਹਰਿ ਪ੍ਰਗਟੇ ਮੰਘਰ ਪੋਹਿ ਜੀਉ ॥

rut sisee-ar seetal har pargatay manghar pohi jee-o.

In the cold season of Maghar and Poh, the Lord reveals Himself.

ਜਲਨਿ ਬੁਝੀ ਦਰਸੁ ਪਾਇਆ ਬਿਨਸੇ ਮਾਇਆ ਧ੍ਰੋਹ ਜੀਉ ॥

jalan bujhee daras paa-i-aa binsay maa-i-aa Dharoh jee-o.

My burning desires were quenched, when I obtained the Blessed Vision of His Darshan; the fraudulent illusion of Maya is gone.

ਸਭਿ ਕਾਮ ਪੂਰੇ ਮਿਲਿ ਹਜੂਰੇ ਹਰਿ ਚਰਣ ਸੇਵਕਿ ਸੇਵਿਆ ॥

sabh kaam pooray mil hajooray har charan sayvak sayvi-aa.

All my desires have been fulfilled, meeting the Lord face-to-face; I am His servant, I serve at His feet.

ਹਾਰ ਡੋਰ ਸੀਗਾਰ ਸਭਿ ਰਸ ਗੁਣ ਗਾਉ ਅਲਖ ਅਭੇਵਿਆ ॥

haar dor seegaar sabh ras gun gaa-o alakh abhayvi-aa.

My necklaces, hair-ties, all decorations and adornments, are in singing the Glorious Praises of the unseen, mysterious Lord.

ਭਾਉ ਭਗਤਿ ਗੋਵਿੰਦ ਬਾਂਛਤ ਜਮੁ ਨ ਸਾਕੈ ਜੋਹਿ ਜੀਉ ॥

bhaa-o bhagat govind baa^Nchhat jam na saakai johi jee-o.

I long for loving devotion to the Lord of the Universe, and so the Messenger of Death cannot even see me.

ਬਿਨਵੰਤਿ ਨਾਨਕ ਪ੍ਰਭਿ ਆਪਿ ਮੇਲੀ ਤਹ ਨ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਬਿਛੋਹ ਜੀਉ ॥੬॥

binvant naanak parabh aap maylee tah na paraym bichhoh jee-o. ||6||

Prays Nanak, God has united me with Himself; I shall never suffer separation from my Beloved again. ||6||

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa

In plain words

In the cold season, in the months of Maghar and Poh, the One appears.

My burning was put out when I saw the One, and the tricks of Maya, the pull of the world, are gone.

Every wish was fulfilled, meeting the One face to face; I am the One's servant, serving at the One's feet.

My necklaces, my hair-ties and every jewel I wear are singing the goodness of the unseen, mysterious One.

I long to love the Lord of the world, and so death cannot even look my way.

Nanak prays: the One has joined me to the One's own self; never again will I be parted from my Beloved.

Your finest adornment is singing the One's praise, more than anything you wear.

The deeper layer

Sisee-ar rut — the cool winter season; here the Beloved finally appears (pargatay). The soul-bride's finest ornaments (haar dor seegaar) turn out to be the praise of the One, not outward finery. Jam na saakai johi — even death "cannot catch sight of" the one absorbed in love, and the fear of death melts away. Na praym bichhoh — no more separation from the Beloved: the reunion the whole Ruti has moved toward.

A Question to Sit With

What makes a person beautiful in a way that has nothing to do with looks?

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