Tilang Mahalla 1

1 This body of mine is steeped in illusion,
the clothes I wear are dyed with greed.

My Beloved does not like my dress,
how then can this bride enter the nuptial bed?

I offer myself to You, Compassionate One,
I offer myself to You.

I offer myself even to those who remember Your Name.

To those who remember Your Name,
I offer myself a hundred times.

2 If my body were a vat, and the crimson of the Name
were poured into it,

And if the dyer were my Sovereign,
such a brilliant colour would never have been seen.

3 Those who wear clothes so dyed,
have the Beloved ever close to them.

This is Nanak’s plea,
may I receive the dust of their feet.

4 That One creates, That One colours,
That One bestows the loving Gaze.

Nanak says, if a woman pleases the Husband
then the Beloved makes love to her.