cyqu bsµqu Blw Bvr suhwvVy ]

chaeth basanth bhalaa bhavar suhaavarrae ||

In the month of Chayt, the lovely spring has come, and the bumble bees hum with joy.

bn PUly mMJ bwir mY ipru Gir bwhuVY ]

ban foolae manjh baar mai pir ghar baahurrai ||

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

ipru Gir nhI AwvY Dn ikau suKu pwvY ibrih ibroD qnu CIjY ]

pir ghar nehee aavai dhhan kio sukh paavai birehi birodhh than shheejai ||

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

koikl AMib suhwvI bolY ikau duKu AMik shIjY ]

kokil anb suhaavee bolai kio dhukh ank seheejai ||

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

Bvru Bvµqw PUlI fwlI ikau jIvw mru mwey ]

bhavar bhavanthaa foolee ddaalee kio jeevaa mar maaeae ||

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

nwnk cyiq shij suKu pwvY jy hir vru Gir Dn pwey ]5]

naanak chaeth sehaj sukh paavai jae har var ghar dhhan paaeae ||5||

O 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||