Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
O bride with eyes like a deer's, I tell you a true word that will save you.
Listen to these beautiful words, lovely bride: your Beloved is the only support of your mind.
You have fallen in love with someone wicked — tell me, show me, why?
I lack nothing. I am not sad. I am not missing anything at all.
I left and lost my charming, beautiful Beloved; with a wrong-headed mind I lost my good fortune.
I am not mistaken, I am not confused; I have no pride and do no wrong.
As You have joined me, so I am joined — listen to my true message.
She alone is the happy bride, she alone is fortunate, on whom the Beloved pours kindness.
The Beloved takes away all her faults, hugs her close and makes her beautiful.
The bride still waiting for her good fortune prays — Nanak says: when will my turn come?
All the happy brides are celebrating; bless me too, Lord, with one night of joy.
A soul-bride shalok, and one of the tenderest in the Vaar. One voice warns the bride that she has given her heart to the wrong love; she answers with lack and longing mixed together — she has lost her Beloved, yet she is joined only where she has been joined. The fortunate bride is the one the Beloved has blessed: her faults are taken away, and she is embraced and made beautiful — grace, not merit. The waiting bride's prayer, when will my turn come, stays a prayer: she watches the others celebrate and asks for one night of joy herself.
Have you ever given your heart to something that could not hold it?
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