Ang 1195

Sanda and Marka went to the king to complain. He sent for Prahlaad to come at once. He said to him, “Stop uttering the Lord’s Name. I shall release you at once, if you obey my words.”||2|| Prahlaad answered, “Why do you annoy me, over and over again? God created the water, land, hills and mountains. I shall not forsake the One Lord; if I did, I would be going against my Guru. You might as well throw me into the fire and kill me.”||3|| The king became angry and drew his sword. “Show me your protector now!” So God emerged out of the pillar, and assumed a mighty form. He killed Harnaakhash, tearing him apart with his nails. ||4|| The Supreme Lord God, the Divinity of the divine, for the sake of His devotee, assumed the form of the man-lion. Says Kabeer, no one can know the Lord’s limits. He saves His devotees like Prahlaad over and over again. ||5||4|| Within the body and mind are thieves like sexual desire, which has stolen my jewel of spiritual wisdom. I am a poor orphan, O God; unto whom should I complain? Who has not been ruined by sexual desire? What am I? ||1|| O Lord, I cannot endure this agonizing pain. What power does my fickle mind have against it? ||1|| Pause|| Sanak, Sanandan, Shiva and Suk Dayv were born out of Brahma’s naval chakra. The poets and the Yogis with their matted hair all lived their lives with good behavior. ||2|| You are Unfathomable; I cannot know Your depth. O God, Master of the meek, unto whom should I tell my pains? Please rid me of the pains of birth and death, and bless me with peace. Kabeer utters the Glorious Praises of God, the Ocean of peace. ||3||5|| There is one merchant and five traders. The twenty-five oxen carry false merchandise. There are nine poles which hold the ten bags. The body is tied by the seventy-two ropes. ||1|| I don’t care at all about such commerce. It depletes my capital, and the interest charges only increase. || Pause|| Weaving the seven threads together, they carry on their trade. They are led on by the karma of their past actions. The three tax-collectors argue with them. The traders depart empty-handed. ||2|| Their capital is exhausted, and their trade is ruined. The caravan is scattered in the ten directions. Says Kabeer, O mortal, your tasks will be accomplished, when you merge in the Celestial Lord; let your doubts run away. ||3||6||

BASANT HINDOL, SECOND HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: The mother is impure, and the father is impure. The fruit they produce is impure. Impure they come, and impure they go. The unfortunate ones die in impurity. ||1|| Tell me, O Pandit, O religious scholar, which place is uncontaminated? Where should I sit to eat my meal? ||1|| Pause|| The tongue is impure, and its speech is impure. The eyes and ears are totally impure. The impurity of the sexual organs does not depart; the Brahmin is burnt by the fire. ||2|| The fire is impure, and the water is impure. The place where you sit and cook is impure. Impure is the ladle which serves the food. Impure is the one who sits down to eat it. ||3|| Impure is the cow dung, and impure is the kitchen square. Impure are the lines that mark it off. Says Kabeer, they alone are pure, who have obtained pure understanding. ||4||1||7||

RAAMAANAND JEE, FIRST HOUSE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: Where should I go? My home is filled with bliss. My consciousness does not go out wandering. My mind has become crippled. ||1|| Pause|| One day, a desire welled up in my mind. I ground up sandalwood, along with several fragrant oils. I went to God’s place, and worshipped Him there. That God showed me the Guru, within my own mind. ||1|| Wherever I go, I find water and stones. You are totally pervading and permeating in all. I have searched through all the Vedas and the Puraanas. I would go there, only if the Lord were not here. ||2|| I am a sacrifice to You, O my True Guru. You have cut through all my confusion and doubt. Raamaanand’s Lord and Master is the All-pervading Lord God. The Word of the Guru’s Shabad eradicates the karma of millions of past actions. ||3||1||

BASANT, THE WORD OF NAAM DAYV JEE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: If the servant runs away when his master is in trouble, he will not have a long life, and he brings shame to all his family. ||1|| I shall not abandon devotional worship of You, O Lord, even if the people laugh at me. The Lord’s Lotus Feet abide within my heart. ||1|| Pause|| The mortal will even die for the sake of his wealth; in the same way, the Saints do not forsake the Lord’s Name. ||2|| Pilgrimages to the Ganges, the Gaya and the Godawari are merely worldly affairs. If the Lord were totally pleased, then He would let Naam Dayv be His servant. ||3||1|| The tidal waves of greed constantly assault me. My body is drowning, O Lord. ||1|| Please carry me across the world-ocean, O Lord of the Universe. Carry me across, O Beloved Father. ||1|| Pause|| I cannot steer my ship in this storm. I cannot find the other shore, O Beloved Lord. ||2|| Please be merciful, and unite me with the True Guru; carry me across, O Lord. ||3|| Says Naam Dayv, I do not know how to swim. Give me Your Arm, give me Your Arm, O Beloved Lord. ||4||2|| Slowly at first, the body-cart loaded with dust starts to move. Later, it is driven on by the stick. ||1|| The body moves along like the ball of dung, driven on by the dung-beetle. The beloved soul goes down to the pool to wash itself clean. ||1|| Pause|| The washerman washes, imbued with the Lord’s Love. My mind is imbued with the Lord’s Lotus Feet. ||2|| Prays Naam Dayv, O Lord, You are All-pervading. Please be kind to Your devotee. ||3||3||