My eyes are damp with the nectar of the Lord,
and my soul it is filled with his Love.
He tested my heart with his touchstone
and found it to be pure.
Through the Guru I am dyed a deep crimson.
This body and mind are wet with the love of my Lord.
Nanak the slave has been drenched in his fragrance,
and this life of mine has been blessed.
The Lord’s love is like a piercing arrow,
it has struck deep into my heart.
He who has known love’s pain knows how to withstand it.
The one who dies to this “life” I add to Life
has achieved Liberation in his lifetime.
Oh God make this slave to meet with the true Guru
so he can cross the difficult ocean of the World.
Through the Guru I am dyed a deep crimson.
and my soul it is filled with his Love.
He tested my heart with his touchstone
and found it to be pure.
Through the Guru I am dyed a deep crimson.
This body and mind are wet with the love of my Lord.
Nanak the slave has been drenched in his fragrance,
and this life of mine has been blessed.
The Lord’s love is like a piercing arrow,
it has struck deep into my heart.
He who has known love’s pain knows how to withstand it.
The one who dies to this “life” I add to Life
has achieved Liberation in his lifetime.
Oh God make this slave to meet with the true Guru
so he can cross the difficult ocean of the World.
Through the Guru I am dyed a deep crimson.
No comments:
Post a Comment