Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
In Bhadon, the young heart gets lost in doubt, and later it is sorry.
The lakes and fields brim over with water; the rainy season is here — a time to celebrate!
Rain falls in the dark of night. How can the heart find peace? The frogs and peacocks call out loud.
"Beloved! Beloved!" cries the rainbird, while snakes slither about and bite.
Mosquitoes bite and sting, and the ponds overflow. Without the One, how can the heart find peace?
Nanak says: I will go and ask my Guru. Wherever the One is, there I will go.
Bhadon (August-September) is the lush, overflowing tail of the monsoon. Bharam (doubt, confusion) is the mood the abundance can stir — so much is happening that the heart loses its bearings. Snakes, mosquitoes and noisy frogs are the monsoon as it is: wet, loud and full of bites. The rainbird's cry (babeeha pri-o) comes back as the note of longing. The way through is guidance: poochh chalao gur apunay — ask the Guru and go where the One is (jah prabh tah hee jaa-ee-ai).
When everything feels noisy and confusing, who do you go to for direction?
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