My Husband Lord has become a stranger to me.

This Shabad is by Guru Nanak Dev Ji in Raag Vadhans on Pannaa 557

vfhMsu mhlw 1 Gru 2 ]

vaddeha(n)s mehalaa 1 ghar 2

Wadahans, First Mehl, Second House:

morI rux Jux lwieAw BYxy swvxu AwieAw ]

moree run jhun laaeiaa bhainae saavan aaeiaa

The peacocks are singing so sweetly, O sister; the rainy season of Saawan has come.

qyry muMD ktwry jyvfw iqin loBI loB luBwieAw ]

thaerae mu(n)dhh kattaarae jaevaddaa thin lobhee lobh lubhaaeiaa

Your beauteous eyes are like a string of charms, fascinating and enticing the soul-bride.

qyry drsn ivthu KMnIAY vM\w qyry nwm ivthu kurbwxo ]

thaerae dharasan vittahu kha(n)neeai va(n)n(j)aa thaerae naam vittahu kurabaano

I would cut myself into pieces for the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan; I am a sacrifice to Your Name.

jw qU qw mY mwxu kIAw hY quDu ibnu kyhw myrw mwxo ]

jaa thoo thaa mai maan keeaa hai thudhh bin kaehaa maeraa maano

I take pride in You; without You, what could I be proud of?

cUVw BMnu plµG isau muMDy sxu bwhI sxu bwhw ]

choorraa bha(n)n pala(n)gh sio mu(n)dhhae san baahee san baahaa

So smash your bracelets along with your bed, O soul-bride, and break your arms, along with the arms of your couch.

eyqy vys krydIey muMDy shu rwqo Avrwhw ]

eaethae vaes karaedheeeae mu(n)dhhae sahu raatho avaraahaa

In spite of all the decorations which you have made, O soul-bride, your Husband Lord is enjoying someone else.

nw mnIAwru n cUVIAw nw sy vMguVIAwhw ]

naa maneeaar n choorreeaa naa sae va(n)gurreeaahaa

You don't have the bracelets of gold, nor the good crystal jewelry; you haven't dealt with the true jeweller.

jo sh kMiT n lgIAw jlnu is bwhVIAwhw ]

jo seh ka(n)t(h) n lageeaa jalan s baaharreeaahaa

Those arms, which do not embrace the neck of the Husband Lord, burn in anguish.

siB shIAw shu rwvix geIAw hau dwDI kY dir jwvw ]

sabh seheeaa sahu raavan geeaa ho dhaadhhee kai dhar jaavaa

All my companions have gone to enjoy their Husband Lord; which door should I, the wretched one, go to?

AMmwlI hau KrI sucjI qY sh eyik n Bwvw ]

a(n)maalee ho kharee suchajee thai seh eaek n bhaavaa

O friend, I may look very attractive, but I am not pleasing to my Husband Lord at all.

mwiT guMdweNØI ptIAw BrIAY mwg sMDUry ]

maat(h) gu(n)dhaaea(n)aee patteeaa bhareeai maag sa(n)dhhoorae

I have woven my hair into lovely braids, and saturated their partings with vermillion;

AgY geI n mMnIAw mrau ivsUir ivsUry ]

agai gee n ma(n)neeaa maro visoor visoorae

but when I go before Him, I am not accepted, and I die, suffering in anguish.

mY rovMdI sBu jgu runw ruMnVy vxhu pMKyrU ]

mai rova(n)dhee sabh jag runaa ru(n)narrae vanahu pa(n)khaeroo

I weep; the whole world weeps; even the birds of the forest weep with me.

ieku n runw myry qn kw ibrhw ijin hau iprhu ivCoVI ]

eik n runaa maerae than kaa birehaa jin ho pirahu vishhorree

The only thing which doesn't weep is my body's sense of separateness, which has separated me from my Lord.

supnY AwieAw BI gieAw mY jlu BirAw roie ]

supanai aaeiaa bhee gaeiaa mai jal bhariaa roe

In a dream, He came, and went away again; I cried so many tears.

Awie n skw quJ kin ipAwry Byij n skw koie ]

aae n sakaa thujh kan piaarae bhaej n sakaa koe

I can't come to You, O my Beloved, and I can't send anyone to You.

Awau sBwgI nIdVIey mqu shu dyKw soie ]

aao sabhaagee needharreeeae math sahu dhaekhaa soe

Come to me, O blessed sleep - perhaps I will see my Husband Lord again.

qY swihb kI bwq ij AwKY khu nwnk ikAw dIjY ]

thai saahib kee baath j aakhai kahu naanak kiaa dheejai

One who brings me a message from my Lord and Master - says Nanak, what shall I give to Him?

sIsu vFy kir bYsxu dIjY ivxu isr syv krIjY ]

sees vadtae kar baisan dheejai vin sir saev kareejai

Cutting off my head, I give it to Him to sit upon; without my head, I shall still serve Him.

ikau n mrIjY jIAVw n dIjY jw shu BieAw ivfwxw ]1]3]

kio n mareejai jeearraa n dheejai jaa sahu bhaeiaa viddaanaa 13

Why haven't I died? Why hasn't my life just ended? My Husband Lord has become a stranger to me. 13