Mithr Pyare Nu

mithr piaarae noo(n) haal mureedhaa dhaa kehinaa
Please tell the dear friend - the Lord - the plight of his disciples

thudhh bin rog rajaaeeaa dhaa oudtan naag nivaasaa dhae hehinaa
Without you the use of rich blankets is like a disease for us and the comfort of the house is like living with snakes.


sool suraahee kha(n)jar piaalaa bi(n)g kasaaeeaaa(n) dhaa sehinaa
Our water pitchers are like stakes of torture and our cups have edges like daggers. Your neglect is like the suffering of animals at the hands of butchers.

yaararrae dhaa saanoo(n) saathhar cha(n)gaa bhat(h) khaerriaa dhaa rehinaa
Our Beloved Lord's straw bed is more pleasing to us than living in costly furnace-like mansions

Sat nam Shri Vaheguru