I trudged sadly,
Confusedly stumbling
My soul calling madly,
Unheard among the rumbling
Of the grey clouds, gathering
The grey winds, shaking
The grey waves, bantering
And my destiny, awakening
And as I was stumbling,
My Guru found me and caught me
And through the storm's tumbling,
Carried me and brought me
To a sanctuary of the sweet,
nectar-scented saints
With lotus-petalled feet
And faces glowing and quaint
And after that deluded wandering,
through empty, lonely woods,
After all my useless pondering;
I suddenly understood
Where I was meant to be,
Where I was meant to go,
The path to my destiny,
The journey to my Lord
It was entrenched in the presence
Of these saints with lotus feet
My long lost companions
Whom I had long longed to meet
My heart swelled, the storm dilluted
I washed off my clothes polluted,
Settled down by their warmth hearth
Let them nourish me after my rebirth
But soon I cringed and huddled alone
Grey clouds again had begun to form
I watched the saints as their spirits rose
Singing har-jas, and overtaking the storm
And I wondered, if I belonged in this home...
Oh bhagats of Sri Akaal Purakh Jee,
You are destinied for greatness, what will happen to me?
Your love is pure, but I still stumble and fall
With my head low, I cry and I bawl
Oh virtuous saints, I hang my head in shame
Words don't escape my lips, because I know not how or what to say
My fingers are forming, my whole-hearted silent prayer
In your basket of virtues, I simply ask to share
I huddle in my corner, wondering if I belong
As I listen to the saints, longingly crying out their song
As I fumble with the words, I silently pray
To be one of them, and to be a bhagat like they....
ਸਤਿਗੁਰਬਚਨਕਮਾਵਣੇਸਚਾਏਹੁਵੀਚਾਰੁ॥