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Appendix 5
There will be sorrow in store for her. II it be in truth, He.rs will be a life of joy. Says Nanak: Life and life's end a.re at the will of tl1e Lord To Him have I surrendered my soul. 5. siivan sars manii ghan varsai
The season of rain has come. My heart is full of joy, My body and soul yearn for the Master. But He is away in foreign lands If He return not, 1 shall die pining for Him. \ e lightning strikes terror in my heart. I am alone in my courtyard In solitude and sorrow. Mother of mine, I stand on the brink of death, Wtthout the Lord I have no hunger nor sleep I cannot suffer the clothes on my body. Nanak says: She alone is blesc Who becomes One with the Lord 6. bMdt,n bhmm bhu.li bha,- joba12 pachtani
Lost in the maze of falsehood I waste my foll-bloom youth. River and land are one expanse of wacer For it is the glad season of the rains. It rains. The nights are dark. 111ere is no peace for me. Frogs croak in contentmenL Peacocks cry with joy. The papeeha calls peeooh, peeooh. The fangs of serpents that crawl, The bite of mosquitoes that fly, Are full of venom. The seas have burst their bounds in the ecstasy of fulfilment. I alone am bereft of joy,
Appendix 5
There will be sorrow in store for her. II it be in truth, He.rs will be a life of joy. Says Nanak: Life and life's end a.re at the will of tl1e Lord To Him have I surrendered my soul. 5. siivan sars manii ghan varsai
The season of rain has come. My heart is full of joy, My body and soul yearn for the Master. But He is away in foreign lands If He return not, 1 shall die pining for Him. \ e lightning strikes terror in my heart. I am alone in my courtyard In solitude and sorrow. Mother of mine, I stand on the brink of death, Wtthout the Lord I have no hunger nor sleep I cannot suffer the clothes on my body. Nanak says: She alone is blesc Who becomes One with the Lord 6. bMdt,n bhmm bhu.li bha,- joba12 pachtani
Lost in the maze of falsehood I waste my foll-bloom youth. River and land are one expanse of wacer For it is the glad season of the rains. It rains. The nights are dark. 111ere is no peace for me. Frogs croak in contentmenL Peacocks cry with joy. The papeeha calls peeooh, peeooh. The fangs of serpents that crawl, The bite of mosquitoes that fly, Are full of venom. The seas have burst their bounds in the ecstasy of fulfilment. I alone am bereft of joy,
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