How have you enjoyed your Dear Beloved?
O sister, please teach me, please show me. ||1||
Crimson, crimson, crimson
- this is the color of the soul-bride who is imbued with the Love of her Beloved. ||1||Pause||
I wash Your Feet with my eye-lashes.
Wherever You send me, there I will go. ||2||
I would trade meditation, austerity, self-discipline and celibacy,
if I could only meet the Lord of my life, for even an instant. ||3||
She who eradicates her self-conceit, power and arrogant intellect,
O Nanak, is the true soul-bride. ||4||4||10||
