ਭਵਰੁ ਏਕੁ ਪੁਹਪ ਰਸ ਬੀਧਾ ਬਾਰਹ ਲੇ ਉਰ ਧਰਿਆ ॥
bhavar ayk puhap ras beeDhaa baarah lay ur Dhari-aa.
The bumble bee, addicted to the nectar of the twelve-petalled flowers, enshrines it in the heart.
ਸੋਰਹ ਮਧੇ ਪਵਨੁ ਝਕੋਰਿਆ ਆਕਾਸੇ ਫਰੁ ਫਰਿਆ ॥੨॥
sorah maDhay pavan jhakori-aa aakaasay far fari-aa. ||2||
He holds his breath suspended in the sixteen-petalled sky of the Akaashic Ethers, and beats his wings in esctasy. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The bumble bee, drunk on the nectar of the twelve-petalled flower, holds it close in the heart.
Holding the breath still in the sixteen-petalled sky, it beats its wings in joy.
When you taste something good inside, you are drawn toward more of it.
The bee drawn to nectar (bhavar) is the soul drawn to the One. The twelve- and sixteen-petalled flowers come from the yogi's map of the inner body; here they become a picture of rising joy, as free as open flight.
A Question to Sit With
What draws you in the way a flower draws a bee?
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