Mystic Poems from, The Name of My Beloved -- Verses of the Sikh Gurus -- Devotional Poetry from the Guru Granth and the Dasam Granth, translated by Nikky-Guninder Kaur Singh, The Sacred Literature Trust Series
The sky is our platter, the sun and moon our lamps, it is studded with pearls, the starry galaxies, The wafting scent of sandal wood is our incense, the gentle breeze, our whisk, all vegetation, the bouquet of flowers we offer to You.
What an act of worship! This truly is Your worship, You who sunder life from death. The unstruck Sound within is the drum to which we chant.
You have a thousand eyes yet without eye are You, You have a thousand faces yet without face are You, You have a thousand feet yet without foot are You, You have a thousand noses yet without nose are You, I am enchanted by Your wonders.
There is a Light in all, and that Light is You,
By that Light we are all illumined. The Light is revealed through the Guru's teachings. Whatever pleases You is worship of You. (Guru Nanak, Kirtan Sohila)
Hear me, my Beloved, I am bathed in Your Love, My mind and body are immersed in You, unable to forget You for an instant. How can remembrance slip, I offer myself to You. I live only to sing Your praise. No one belongs to me and I belong to no one; without the Divine One, I cannot live. I seek Your support. By living at Your feet, my body is purified. Nanak says, through the Guru's Word vision grows wide, comfort deep, and the mind is centred.
The ambrosial drops are showering down. The Beloved comes to her so naturally, and the bride is so deeply in love. The Divine One enters the bodily haven of the woman, awake and virtuous, who pleases her Groom. In every home the Lover revels in the true brides; why then am I forsaken? Clouds are cast low in the sky, and the showers are delightful, my mind and body are rapturous in love. Nanak says, with the shower of the ambrosial Word the Divine One graciously enters our dwelling.
The month of Chet is glorious, the bumble-bees delight in spring, Barren woods bloom, and I long for my Beloved to come home. (Guru Nanak, Barah Maha)
SANTS OF INDIA
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