Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In Phalgun, my heart overflows with delight, happy in the Beloved's love.
Day and night the joy keeps rising, and my small, me-first self is gone.
When it pleases the One, my clinging lets go, and in kindness the Beloved comes to my home.
I dress in all kinds of clothes, but without my Beloved I will find no place in the Beloved's palace.
I have decked myself with flower garlands, pearl necklaces, sweet oils and silk robes.
Nanak says: the Guru has brought me to the Beloved. My heart has found its Beloved inside the home of my own heart.
Phalgun (February-March) closes the year as spring and color return (Holi falls in this month), and the year of longing ends in union. Aap gavaa-i-aa (the self let go) is haumai dissolving: the me-first self slipping away. The outer finery — garlands, pearls, silk, scented oil — is set beside the only adornment that matters: the Beloved's own love (pir loree seegaaree). The Guru arranges the union within the home of the heart (ghar var paa-i-aa), completing the movement begun in Chet.
What happens to a worry or a want when you stop putting yourself first for a moment?
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