Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
Spring is lovely; the months of Chayt and Vaisakh are the sweetest of all.
I have found the dear One as my Husband, and my mind, body and breath have blossomed.
The One who never changes has come home as my Husband, my friends; thinking on the One's lotus feet, I blossom in joy.
The Lord of the world is beautiful, skilled, wise and all-knowing.
The One's goodness is priceless. By great good fortune I have found the One; my pain is gone and my hopes are fulfilled.
Nanak prays: I have come to Your shelter, my One, and my fear of death is gone.
Basant — spring, the season of blossoming, matched to the soul-bride finding her Beloved "at home" (ghar naahu). Everything turns green and flowers (ma-oli-aa, parfuli-aa): the outer season mirrors the inner one. Nihchal — the Beloved is unchanging even as the seasons turn. In the One's shelter, the fear of death melts into relief and safety.
What makes you feel like you are blooming rather than just getting by?
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