nainhu neer bahai tan kheenaa bha-ay kays duDh vaanee
rwgu soriT bwxI Bgq BIKn kI (659-12)raag sorath banee bhagat bheekhan kee Raag Sorat'h, The Word Of Devotee Bheekhan Jee: |
nYnhu nIru bhY qnu KInw Bey kys duD vwnI ] rUDw kMTu sbdu nhI aucrY Ab ikAw krih prwnI ]1] My throat is tight, and I cannot utter even one word; what can I do now? I am a mere mortal. ||1|| rwm rwie hoih bYd bnvwrI ] O Lord, my King, Gardener of the world-garden, be my Physician, Apny sMqh lyhu aubwrI ]1] rhwau ] and save me, Your Saint. ||1||Pause|| mwQy pIr srIir jlin hY krk kryjy mwhI ] My head aches, my body is burning, and my heart is filled with anguish. AYsI bydn aupij KrI BeI vw kw AauKDu nwhI ]2] Such is the disease that has struck me; there is no medicine to cure it. ||2|| hir kw nwmu AMimRq jlu inrmlu iehu AauKDu jig swrw ] The Name of the Lord, the ambrosial, immaculate water, is the best medicine in the world. gur prswid khY jnu BIKnu pwvau moK duAwrw ]3]1] By Guru's Grace, says servant Bheekhan, I have found the Door of Salvation. ||3||1|| |