As spring paints its vibrant canvas across the northeastern skies,
I stand in awe, entranced by nature's grandeur before my eyes.
Daffodils and tulips sway, their petals unfolding like delicate ribbons,
Under the sun's tender caress, a whispered melody of ancient traditions.

Trees, once dormant guardians, now stir with a gentle sigh,
In eager anticipation, their branches reach for the blue sky.
In this symphony of revival, nature's rhythm unfolds,
Guided by Guru Nanak Sahib's verses, timeless and bold.

Vaisakh is good; vegetation takes a form,
The human-bride awaits at the door, longing for Hari to come.
She pleads: Have compassion; come to my home.
Oh Beloved, come home, take me across,
Without You, my worth is not even half a penny.

My eyes mist, my heart stirs, as I stand in awe,
A seeker, a bride, awaiting the Beloved's celestial draw.
Amidst nature's harmony, I delve into introspection,
Does my yearning dwell within, veiled in silent reflection?

As spring's splendor unfurls, I contemplate with tender heed,
Does my yearning blaze with a passion beyond creed?
Though I trust the Beloved dwells within my core,
Does it ignite my being with the zeal to soar?

In this reflection, one truth stands steadfast and clear,
Devoid of the Beloved, life's path feels austere.
Only with grace flowing through my very core,
Can I traverse this world's journey with tranquility and more?

As the blossoms of spring unfurl their vibrant tale,
I find myself pondering, does my yearning still prevail?
Like the Chatrik, the songbird, do I await that specific drop,
Or will I relinquish this yearning for worldly allure?

Guru Amardas Sahib's profound words from Anand Sahib resonate deeply within,
Divine-natured beings and sages seek Amrit.
That Amrit, the immortal nectar I received from the Guru.
By the Guru's grace, the Eternal finds its abode within the mind's shrine.
This Amrit, sought after by celestial beings, is solely bestowed by the Guru.

Amrit, transcending death, transcending time flows,
Connecting one to Nam,¹ where the divine essence glows.
It transforms the seeker, unveiling the ego's veil,
Guided by the Guru, embarking on the celestial trail.

In this love story, where mysteries softly unravel,
The enigma of the One transcends mortal perception's gravel.
Rare are they who glimpse the One in each flower's gentle sway,
This is the mystique of wisdom, love, faith, and truth's luminous array.

In the Sikh tradition, amrit is the elixir immortal,
Initiation, the inaugural stride, where lovers and warriors enthrall.
Khande-ki-Pahul,² the celestial rite divine,
Kindles the seeker; in Nam's essence, they entwine.

Taking Khande-ki-Pahul transcends mere ceremony's frame,
It’s a portal to a profound life where burdens and judgments fade.
The lovers and warriors, bound in Khalsa's³ embrace,
Embark anew with valor, humility, and grace.

Initiation is not the conclusion but a conscious transformation,
Preparing the spirit for life's profound reformation.
It's the first step, a journey deep and wise,
Guided by the Guru, where eternal truth arises.

With what fervor do I yearn for this sacred elixir divine,
To quench the flames of selfishness, smallness, and ego's design.
Am I truly prepared to transition from seeker to initiate?
Am I poised to receive this nectar and embark on a sacred fate?

¹ Divine Identification
² Sikh initiation ceremony; Prepared via double-edged sword; Double-edged immortality
³ Sovereign who belongs to the Guru