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Raag Soohee, First Mehl, Kuchajee ~ The Ungraceful Bride:

One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:

I am ungraceful and ill-mannered, full of endless faults. How can I go to enjoy my Husband Lord?

Each of His soul-brides is better than the rest - who even knows my name?

Those brides who enjoy their Husband Lord are very blessed, resting in the shade of the mango tree.

I do not have their virtue - who can I blame for this?

Which of Your Virtues, O Lord, should I speak of? Which of Your Names should I chant?

I cannot even reach one of Your Virtues. I am forever a sacrifice to You.

Gold, silver, pearls and rubies are pleasing.

My Husband Lord has blessed me with these things, and I have focused my thoughts on them.

Palaces of brick and mud are built and decorated with stones;

I have been fooled by these decorations, and I do not sit near my Husband Lord.

The cranes shriek overhead in the sky, and the herons have come to rest.

The bride has gone to her father-in-law's house; in the world hereafter, what face will she show?

She kept sleeping as the day dawned; she forgot all about her journey.

She separated herself from her Husband Lord, and now she suffers in pain.

Virtue is in You, O Lord; I am totally without virtue. This is Nanak's only prayer:

You give all Your nights to the virtuous soul-brides. I know I am unworthy, but isn't there a night for me as well? ||1||