Sikhism·Raag Tukhaari·Shabad 7
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How Can I Live Without My Beloved

ਤੁਖਾਰੀ ਛੰਤ ਮਹਲਾ ੪
tukhaaree chhant mehlaa 4
ੴ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ॥
ik-oNkaar satgur parsaad.
ਅੰਤਰਿ ਪਿਰੀ ਪਿਆਰੁ ਕਿਉ ਪਿਰ ਬਿਨੁ ਜੀਵੀਐ ਰਾਮ ॥
antar piree pi-aar ki-o pir bin jeevee-ai raam.
ਜਬ ਲਗੁ ਦਰਸੁ ਨ ਹੋਇ ਕਿਉ ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤੁ ਪੀਵੀਐ ਰਾਮ ॥
jab lag daras na ho-ay ki-o amrit peevee-ai raam.
ਕਿਉ ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤੁ ਪੀਵੀਐ ਹਰਿ ਬਿਨੁ ਜੀਵੀਐ ਤਿਸੁ ਬਿਨੁ ਰਹਨੁ ਨ ਜਾਏ ॥
ki-o amrit peevee-ai har bin jeevee-ai tis bin rahan na jaa-ay.
ਅਨਦਿਨੁ ਪ੍ਰਿਉ ਪ੍ਰਿਉ ਕਰੇ ਦਿਨੁ ਰਾਤੀ ਪਿਰ ਬਿਨੁ ਪਿਆਸ ਨ ਜਾਏ ॥
an-din pari-o pari-o karay din raatee pir bin pi-aas na jaa-ay.
ਅਪਣੀ ਕ੍ਰਿਪਾ ਕਰਹੁ ਹਰਿ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਨਾਮੁ ਸਦ ਸਾਰਿਆ ॥
apnee kirpaa karahu har pi-aaray har har naam sad saari-aa.
ਗੁਰ ਕੈ ਸਬਦਿ ਮਿਲਿਆ ਮੈ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਮੁ ਹਉ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਵਿਟਹੁ ਵਾਰਿਆ ॥੧॥
gur kai sabad mili-aa mai pareetam ha-o satgur vitahu vaari-aa. ||1||

Tukhaari Chhant, Fourth Mehl:

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

My inner being is filled with love for my Beloved Husband Lord. How can I live without Him?

As long as I do not have the Blessed Vision of His Darshan, how can I drink in the Ambrosial Nectar?

How can I drink in the Ambrosial Nectar without the Lord? I cannot survive without Him.

Night and day, I cry out, "Pri-o! Pri-o! Beloved! Beloved!", day and night. Without my Husband Lord, my thirst is not quenched.

Please, bless me with Your Grace, O my Beloved Lord, that I may dwell on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, forever.

Through the Word of the Guru's Shabad, I have met my Beloved; I am a sacrifice to the True Guru. ||1||

# Raag Tukhaari, Shabad 7 — How Can I Live Without My Beloved

Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa

In plain words

There is only One. And the One is found by the True Guru's grace — a gift that is always here, waiting for an open heart.

My whole inside is full of love for the One I love. How could I ever live without that?

Until I truly see the One, nothing else can fill me. It would be like being thirsty right next to sweet water I cannot reach.

So night and day my heart keeps calling, "Beloved! Beloved!" That thirst never quite goes away, and I would not want it to.

Please pour Your kindness over me, so I can hold Your Name close, always.

When the Guru's Word finally brought me to the One I love, my whole heart said thank you.

A heart that keeps calling for the One it loves is already on its way home.
The deeper layer

This is the opening stanza of a Chhant (a long, flowing song) in Raag Tukhaari. Amrit is the "ambrosial nectar," the sweetness of the One; daras (darshan) is the blessed sight of the Beloved. The thirst here is viraha, the ache of missing the One you love, and in this project it is always rendered as tender longing that is already turning toward homecoming, never despair. The kindness asked for is grace, which is received rather than earned. The meeting comes "through the Word of the Guru's Shabad" (gur kai sabad).

A Question to Sit With

When you really want to see someone you love, how does the waiting feel, and what makes it worth it?

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