ਹੁਣਿ ਨਹੀ ਸੰਦੇਸਰੋ ਮਾਇਓ ॥
hun nahee sandaysaro maa-i-o.
Now, I receive no messages from Him, O mother!
ਏਕ ਕੋਸਰੋ ਸਿਧਿ ਕਰਤ ਲਾਲੁ ਤਬ ਚਤੁਰ ਪਾਤਰੋ ਆਇਓ ॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
ayk kosro siDh karat laal tab chatur paatro aa-i-o. rahaa-o.
When my Beloved used to go even a mile away, He would send me four letters. ||Pause||
ਕਿਉ ਬਿਸਰੈ ਇਹੁ ਲਾਲੁ ਪਿਆਰੋ ਸਰਬ ਗੁਣਾ ਸੁਖਦਾਇਓ ॥
ki-o bisrai ih laal pi-aaro sarab gunaa sukh-daa-i-o.
How could I forget this Dear Beloved of mine? He is the Giver of peace, and all virtues.
ਮੰਦਰਿ ਚਰਿ ਕੈ ਪੰਥੁ ਨਿਹਾਰਉ ਨੈਨ ਨੀਰਿ ਭਰਿ ਆਇਓ ॥੨॥
mandar char kai panth nihaara-o nain neer bhar aa-i-o. ||2||
Ascending to His Mansion, I gaze upon His path, and my eyes are filled with tears. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
No word has come from Him, and I miss Him so -- He used to feel close even from far off.
How could I ever forget the One I love, who gives peace and every good thing? I watch the road for Him, my eyes full of loving tears.
Longing and love are two names for the same pull toward what matters most.
The Rahau: hun nahee sandaysaro maa-i-o -- 'now no message comes, O mother.' The speaker addresses her mother, pouring out longing. The tears here are tears of love, not despair -- the ache of wanting to be close.
A Question to Sit With
What is something you love enough that being away from it makes you ache a little?
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