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Sorat'h,Ninth Mehl: O dear friend, know this in your mind.The world is entangled in its own pleasures; no one is for anyone else. ||1||Pause||In good times,many come and sit together,surrounding you on all four sides.But when hard times come, they all leave,and no one comes near you. ||1||Your wife,whom you love so much,and who has remained ever attached to you,runs away crying,"Ghost!Ghost!",as soon as the swan-soul leaves this body. ||2||This is the way they act-those whom we love so much. At the very last moment,O Nanak,no one is any use a tall,except the Dear Hukamnama 30-06-13Lord. ||3||12||139||
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Wadahans, Fifth Mehl, Second House: One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru: Deep within me, there is a longing to meet my Beloved; how can I attain my Perfect Guru? Even though a baby may play hundreds of games, he cannot survive without milk. The hunger within me is not satisfied, O my friend, even though I am served hundreds of dishes. My mind and body are filled with love for my Beloved; how can my soul find relief, without the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan? ||1|| Listen, O my dear friends and siblings - lead me to my True Friend, the Giver of peace. He knows all the troubles of my soul; every day, he tells me stories of the Lord. I cannot live without Him, even for an instant. I cry out for Him, just as the song-bird cries for the drop of water. Which of Your Glorious Virtues should I sing? You save even worthless beings like me. ||2|| I have become depressed, waiting for my Husband Lord, O my friend; when shall my eyes behold my Husband? I have forgotten how to enjoy all pleasures; without my Husband Lord, they are of no use at all. These clothes do not please my body; I cannot dress myself. I bow to those friends of mine, who have enjoyed their Beloved Husband Lord. ||3|| I have adorned myself with all sorts of decorations, O my friend, but without my Husband Lord, they are of no use at all. When my Husband does not care for me, O my friend, then my youth passes, totally useless. Blessed, blessed are the happy soul-brides, O my friend, who are blended with their Husband Lord. I am a sacrifice to those happy soul-brides; I wash their feet again and again. ||4|| As long as I suffered from duality and doubt, O my friend, I thought God was far away. But when I met the Perfect True Guru, O my friend, then all my hopes and desires were fulfilled. I have obtained all pleasures and comforts, O my friend; my Husband Lord is all-pervading everywhere. Servant Nanak enjoys the Lord's Love, O my friend; I fall at the feet of the Guru, the True Guru. ||5||1||9||


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Wadahans, First Mehl, Second House: The peacocks are singing so sweetly, O sister; the rainy season of Saawan has come. Your beauteous eyes are like a string of charms, fascinating and enticing the soul-bride. I would cut myself into pieces for the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan; I am a sacrifice to Your Name. I take pride in You; without You, what could I be proud of? So smash your bracelets along with your bed, O soul-bride, and break your arms, along with the arms of your couch. In spite of all the decorations which you have made, O soul-bride, your Husband Lord is enjoying someone else. You don't have the bracelets of gold, nor the good crystal jewelry; you haven't dealt with the true jeweller. Those arms, which do not embrace the neck of the Husband Lord, burn in anguish. All my companions have gone to enjoy their Husband Lord; which door should I, the wretched one, go to? O friend, I may look very attractive, but I am not pleasing to my Husband Lord at all. I have woven my hair into lovely braids, and saturated their partings with vermillion; but when I go before Him, I am not accepted, and I die, suffering in anguish. I weep; the whole world weeps; even the birds of the forest weep with me. The only thing which doesn't weep is my body's sense of separateness, which has separated me from my Lord. In a dream, He came, and went away again; I cried so many tears. I can't come to You, O my Beloved, and I can't send anyone to You. Come to me, O blessed sleep - perhaps I will see my Husband Lord again. One who brings me a message from my Lord and Master - says Nanak, what shall I give to Him? Cutting off my head, I give it to Him to sit upon; without my head, I shall still serve Him. Why haven't I died? Why hasn't my life just ended? My Husband Lord has become a stranger to me. ||1||3|| Hukamnama 17-06-13


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Hukam

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Raag Soohee, Ashtapadees, Fourth Mehl, Second House: One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru: If only someone would come, and lead me to meet my Darling Beloved; I would sell myself to him. ||1|| I long for the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan. When the Lord shows Mercy unto me, then I meet the True Guru; I meditate on the Name of the Lord, Har, Har. ||1||Pause|| If You will bless me with happiness, then I will worship and adore You. Even in pain, I will meditate on You. ||2|| Even if You give me hunger, I will still feel satisfied; I am joyful, even in the midst of sorrow. ||3|| I would cut my mind and body apart into pieces, and offer them all to You; I would burn myself in fire. ||4|| I wave the fan over You, and carry water for You; whatever You give me, I take. ||5|| Poor Nanak has fallen at the Lord's Door; please, O Lord, unite me with Yourself, by Your Glorious Greatness. ||6|| Taking out my eyes, I place them at Your Feet; after travelling over the entire earth, I have come to understand this. ||7|| If You seat me near You, then I worship and adore You. Even if You beat me and drive me out, I will still meditate on You. ||8|| If people praise me, the praise is Yours. Even if they slander me, I will not leave You. ||9|| If You are on my side, then anyone can say anything. But if I were to forget You, then I would die. ||10|| I am a sacrifice, a sacrifice to my Guru; falling at His Feet, I surrender to the Saintly Guru. ||11|| Poor Nanak has gone insane, longing for the Blessed Vision of the Lord's Darshan. ||12|| Even in violent storms and torrential rain, I go out to catch a glimpse of my Guru. ||13|| Even though the oceans and the salty seas are very vast, the GurSikh will cross over it to get to his Guru. ||14|| Just as the mortal dies without water, so does the Sikh die without the Guru. ||15|| Just as the earth looks beautiful when the rain falls, so does the Sikh blossom forth meeting the Guru. ||16|| I long to be the servant of Your servants; I call upon You reverently in prayer. ||17|| Nanak offers this prayer to the Lord, that he may meet the Guru, and find peace. ||18|| You Yourself are the Guru, and You Yourself are the chaylaa, the disciple; through the Guru, I meditate on You. ||19|| Those who serve You, become You. You preserve the honor of Your servants. ||20|| O Lord, Your devotional worship is a treasure over-flowing. One who loves You, is blessed with it. ||21|| That humble being alone receives it, unto whom You bestow it. All other clever tricks are fruitless. ||22|| Remembering, remembering, remembering my Guru in meditation, my sleeping mind is awakened. ||23|| Poor Nanak begs for this one blessing, that he may become the slave of the slaves of the Lord. ||24|| Even if the Guru rebukes me, He still seems very sweet to me. And if He actually forgives me, that is the Guru's greatness. ||25|| That which Gurmukh speaks is certified and approved. Whatever the self-willed manmukh says is not accepted. ||26|| Even in the cold, the frost and the snow, the GurSikh still goes out to see his Guru. ||27|| All day and night, I gaze upon my Guru; I install the Guru's Feet in my eyes. ||28|| I make so many efforts for the sake of the Guru; only that which pleases the Guru is accepted and approved. ||29|| Night and day, I worship the Guru's Feet in adoration; have Mercy upon me, O my Lord and Master. ||30|| The Guru is Nanak's body and soul; meeting the Guru, he is satisfied and satiated. ||31|| Nanak's God is perfectly permeating and all-pervading. Here and there and everywhere, the Lord of the Universe. ||32||1||
Hukamnama 05-06-13
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