qrvru eyku Anµq fwr swKw puhp pqR rs BrIAw ]

aucwrx puhp: polw bolo (ASuD: puh`p)

tharavar eaek ananth ddaar saakhaa puhap pathr ras bhareeaa ||

There is a single tree, with countless branches and twigs; its flowers and leaves are filled with its juice.

ieh AMimRq kI bwVI hY ry iqin hir pUrY krIAw ]1]

eih anmrith kee baarree hai rae thin har poorai kareeaa ||1||

This world is a garden of Ambrosial Nectar. The Perfect Lord created it. ||1||

jwnI jwnI ry rwjwrwm kI khwnI ]

jaanee jaanee rae raajaa raam kee kehaanee ||

I have come to know the story of my Sovereign Lord.

AMqir joiq rwm prgwsw gurmuiK ibrlY jwnI ]1] rhwau ]

anthar joth raam paragaasaa guramukh biralai jaanee ||1|| rehaao ||

How rare is that Gurmukh who knows, and whose inner being is illumined by the Lord's Light. ||1||Pause||

Bvru eyku puhp rs bIDw bwrh ly aur DirAw ]

aucwrx puhp: polw bolo (ASuD: puh`p)

bhavar eaek puhap ras beedhhaa baareh lae our dhhariaa ||

The bumble bee, addicted to the nectar of the twelve-petalled flowers, enshrines it in the heart.

sorh mDy pvnu JkoirAw Awkwsy Pru PirAw ]2]

aucwrx m`Dy

soreh madhhae pavan jhakoriaa aakaasae far fariaa ||2||

He holds his breath suspended in the sixteen-petalled sky of the Akaashic Ethers, and beats his wings in esctasy. ||2||

shj suµin ieku ibrvw aupijAw DrqI jlhru soiKAw ]

aucwrx ibr-vw

sehaj sunn eik biravaa oupajiaa dhharathee jalehar sokhiaa ||

In the profound void of intuitive Samaadhi, the one tree rises up; it soaks up the water of desire from the ground.

kih kbIr hau qw kw syvku ijin iehu ibrvw dyiKAw ]3]6]

aucwrx ibr-vw

kehi kabeer ho thaa kaa saevak jin eihu biravaa dhaekhiaa ||3||6||

Says Kabeer, I am the servant of those who have seen this celestial tree. ||3||6||