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140 In every house the spouse enjoyeth his happy wife; why hath my Spouse forgotten me? Lowering clouds have overspread the heavens; it raineth pleasantly and love comforteth my soul and body. Saith Nanak, Thou who rainest ambrosial speech, graciously come to mine abode.

In Chet agreeable is the spring; the bumble-bee is pleasing. In the Bar the forests are flowering; may my Beloved return to me! When her beloved returneth not home, how can a wife obtain comfort? Her body wasteth away with the pain of separation. The kokil singeth sweetly on the mango-tree; why should I endure pain of body? The bumble-bee is flitting on the flowering branches; how shall I survive? I am dying, O mother. Nanak, in Chet comfort is easily obtained if woman obtain God in her home as her Spouse.

The month of Baisakh is pleasant; the trees are in blossom; The woman is waiting for God at her gate, saying, ‘Come, take compassion on me. ‘Come home, my Beloved, make me cross the difficult ocean; without Thee I am worthless. ‘Who can appraise Thy worth, my Darling? If it please Thee, I shall look at Thee and show Thee to others. ‘I know that Thou art not distant; I acknowledge that Thou art in my heart, and I recognize Thy mansion.’ Nanak, in Baisakh God is found by him who meditateth on the Word and whose mind is thus happy.

The month of Jeth is pleasant; why should the Beloved be forgotten? The land is burning like a furnace; woman is making supplication—