When I see my Beloved Husband Lord, I chant the Lord's Glorious Praises with love.
My inner being blossoms forth; I continually utter, "Pri-o! Pri-o! Beloved! Beloved!"
I speak of my Dear Beloved, and through the Shabad, I am saved. Unless I can see Him, I am not satisfied.
That soul-bride who is ever adorned with the Shabad, meditates on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har.
Please bless this beggar, Your humble servant, with the Gift of Mercy; please unite me with my Beloved.
Night and day, I meditate on the Guru, the Lord of the World; I am a sacrifice to the True Guru. ||2||
# Raag Tukhaari, Shabad 7 — When I See the Beloved My Heart Blossoms
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
The moment I catch sight of the One I love, songs of gladness pour out of me.
Something inside me opens up like a flower, and I keep saying, "Beloved! Beloved!"
Just hearing about the One is not enough. My heart is only truly full when I can meet the One face to face.
The best way to make my heart beautiful is to keep the Name close and let the Word dress me up inside.
I come with empty hands, the way someone asks for a gift, and what I ask for is simply this: bring me to the One I love.
Day and night I hold the Teacher, the Keeper of the world, in my thoughts, grateful with my whole self.
Vigaas is the inner blossoming, the flower-opening of a heart that has been touched. Sabad seegaar is being "adorned with the Shabad" — the heart made beautiful from the inside by the Word, not by anything worn outside. The one who asks (the mangat jan, the beggar) is rendered as empty-handedness before the One, honest and open, never self-condemnation. The old poetry pictures the longing heart as a soul-bride; here that image is only the vehicle for love, kept child-safe and turned toward "the heart."
What is something you love so much that being near it makes you light up?
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