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1The forest is blossoming in front of my door; if only my Beloved would return to my home!

2If her Husband Lord does not return home, how can the soul-bride find peace? Her body is wasting away with the sorrow of separation.

3The beautiful song-bird sings, perched on the mango tree; but how can I endure the pain in the depths of my being?

4The bumble bee is buzzing around the flowering branches; but how can I survive? I am dying, O my mother!

5O Nanak, in Chayt, peace is easily obtained, if the soul-bride obtains the Lord as her Husband, within the home of her own heart. ||5||

6Vaisakhi is so pleasant; the branches blossom with new leaves.

7The soul-bride yearns to see the Lord at her door. Come, O Lord, and take pity on me!

8Please come home, O my Beloved; carry me across the treacherous world-ocean. Without You, I am not worth even a shell.

9Who can estimate my worth, if I am pleasing to You? I see You, and inspire others to see You, O my Love.

10I know that You are not far away; I believe that You are deep within me, and I realize Your Presence.

11O Nanak, finding God in Vaisakhi, the consciousness is filled with the Word of the Shabad, and the mind comes to believe. ||6||

12The month of Jayt'h is so sublime. How could I forget my Beloved?

13The earth burns like a furnace, and the soul-bride offers her prayer.

14The bride offers her prayer, and sings His Glorious Praises; singing His Praises, she becomes pleasing to God.

15The Unattached Lord dwells in His true mansion. If He allows me, then I will come to Him.

16The bride is dishonored and powerless; how will she find peace without her Lord?

17O Nanak, in Jayt'h, she who knows her Lord becomes just like Him; grasping virtue, she meets with the Merciful Lord. ||7||

18The month of Aasaarh is good; the sun blazes in the sky.

19The earth suffers in pain, parched and roasted in the fire.

20The fire dries up the moisture, and she dies in agony. But even then, the sun does not grow tired.

21His chariot moves on, and the soul-bride seeks shade; the crickets are chirping in the forest.

22She ties up her bundle of faults and demerits, and suffers in the world hereafter. But dwelling on the True Lord, she finds peace.

23O Nanak, I have given this mind to Him; death and life rest with God. ||8||

24In Saawan, be happy, O my mind. The rainy season has come, and the clouds have burst into showers.

25My mind and body are pleased by my Lord, but my Beloved has gone away.

26My Beloved has not come home, and I am dying of the sorrow of separation. The lightning flashes, and I am scared.

27My bed is lonely, and I am suffering in agony. I am dying in pain, O my mother!

28Tell me - without the Lord, how can I sleep, or feel hungry? My clothes give no comfort to my body.

29O Nanak, she alone is a happy soul-bride, who merges in the Being of her Beloved Husband Lord. ||9||

30In Bhaadon, the young woman is confused by doubt; later, she regrets and repents.

31The lakes and fields are overflowing with water; the rainy season has come - the time to celebrate!

32In the dark of night it rains; how can the young bride find peace? The frogs and peacocks send out their noisy calls.

33"Pri-o! Pri-o! Beloved! Beloved!" cries the rainbird, while the snakes slither around, biting.

34The mosquitoes bite and sting, and the ponds are filled to overflowing; without the Lord, how can she find peace?

35O Nanak, I will go and ask my Guru; wherever God is, there I will go. ||10||

36In Assu, come, my Beloved; the soul-bride is grieving to death.

37She can only meet Him, when God leads her to meet Him; she is ruined by the love of duality.

38If she is plundered by falsehood, then her Beloved forsakes her. Then, the white flowers of old age blossom in my hair.