She becomes hopeless, caught in the noose of her own karma; without the Guru, she wanders deluded by doubt.
So rain down, O clouds. My Husband Lord has come home.
I am a sacrifice to my Guru, who has led me to meet my Lord God.
My love, my Lord and Master is forever fresh; I am embellished with devotional worship night and day.
I am liberated, gazing on the Blessed Vision of the Guru’s Darshan. Devotional worship has made me glorious and exalted throughout the ages.
I am Yours; the three worlds are Yours as well. You are mine, and I am Yours.
Meeting with the True Guru, I have found the Immaculate Lord; I shall not be consigned to this terrifying world-ocean ever again.
If the soul-bride is filled with delight on seeing her Husband Lord, then her decorations are true.
With the Immaculate Celestial Lord, she becomes the truest of the true. Following the Guru’s Teachings, she leans on the Support of the Naam.
She is liberated; the Guru has untied her bonds. Focusing her awareness on the Shabad, she attains honor.
O Nanak, the Lord’s Name is deep within her heart; as Gurmukh, she is united in His Union.