mayraa man aykai hee pari-a maaNgai
swrg mhlw 5 ] (1209-17)saarag mehlaa 5. Saarang, Fifth Mehl: |
myrw mnu eykY hI ipRA mWgY ] pyiK AwieE srb Qwn dys ipRA rom n smsir lwgY ]1] rhwau ] I have looked everywhere in every country, but nothing equals even a hair of my Beloved. ||1||Pause|| mY nIry Aink Bojn bhu ibMjn iqn isau idRsit n krY rucWgY ] All sorts of delicacies and dainties are placed before me, but I do not even want to look at them. hir rsu cwhY ipRA ipRA muiK tyrY ijau Ail kmlw loBWgY ]1] I long for the sublime essence of the Lord, calling, "Pri-o! Pri-o! - Beloved! Beloved!", like the Bumble bee longing for the lotus flower. ||1|| gux inDwn mnmohn lwln suKdweI srbWgY ] The Treasure of Virtue, the Enticer of the mind, my Beloved is the Giver of peace to all. guir nwnk pRB pwih pTwieE imlhu sKw gil lwgY ]2]5]28] Guru Nanak has led me to You, O God. Join with me, O my Best Friend, and hold me close in Your Embrace. ||2||5||28|| |