Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
A sweet rain is falling — every single drop is a delight.
Meeting the Guru, the Best Friend, easily and naturally, the heart falls in love with the One.
The One comes into the temple of the body when it pleases the One, and the heart rises up and sings.
In every home the Beloved is with the happy, loving hearts — so why have You forgotten me?
The sky fills with low, heavy clouds, and the rain feels wonderful; my Beloved's love is sweet to my mind and body.
Nanak says: the nectar of the Guru's Word rains down, and by grace the Beloved has come into the home of my heart.
Amrit dhaar is the nectar-rain of grace and of Gurbani, the last of the four opening verses and the one that most clearly brings in the monsoon. Saajan names the One as the closest friend; har mandar is the temple of the body the One enters sahaj (with intuitive ease). The cry "why have You forgotten me?" sits right beside the rain, and then, by grace, the Beloved comes home. Grace is received, never earned: rain you let soak in.
What helps your heart "stand up tall and sing"?
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