My guru planted a seedling
Of jasmine in my heart.
Will it grow? Is the world real?
I do not know but know God is there.
My love for him
Made the seedling grow.
When the mystery buds unfolded
They unfolded the stories untold
And my entire self with his
fragrance was filled.
In humility I bowed to him.
May my master who planted
the jasmine seedling in me
Be ever blessed, says Bahu.
-Bahu
Translated from Punjabi
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