saavan saras manaa ghan varseh rut aa-ay

quKwrI CMq mhlw 1 bwrh mwhw (1108-12)
tukhaaree chhant mehlaa 1 baarah maahaa
Tukhaari Chhant, First Mehl, Baarah Maahaa ~ The Twelve Months:

swvix srs mnw Gx vrsih ruiq Awey ]
saavan saras manaa ghan varseh rut aa-ay.
In Saawan, be happy, O my mind. The rainy season has come, and the clouds have burst into showers.

mY min qin shu BwvY ipr prdyis isDwey ]
mai man tan saho bhaavai pir pardays siDhaa-ay.
My mind and body are pleased by my Lord, but my Beloved has gone away.

ipru Gir nhI AwvY mrIAY hwvY dwmin cmik frwey ]
pir ghar nahee aavai maree-ai haavai daaman chamak daraa-ay.
My Beloved has not come home, and I am dying of the sorrow of separation. The lightning flashes, and I am scared.

syj iekylI KrI duhylI mrxu BieAw duKu mwey ]
sayj ikaylee kharee duhaylee maran bha-i-aa dukh maa-ay.
My bed is lonely, and I am suffering in agony. I am dying in pain, O my mother!

hir ibnu nId BUK khu kYsI kwpVu qin n suKwvey ]
har bin need bhookh kaho kaisee kaaparh tan na sukhaava-ay.
Tell me - without the Lord, how can I sleep, or feel hungry? My clothes give no comfort to my body.

nwnk sw sohwgix kMqI ipr kY AMik smwvey ]9]
naanak saa sohagan kantee pir kai ank samaav-ay. ||9||
O Nanak, she alone is a happy soul-bride, who merges in the Being of her Beloved Husband Lord. ||9||