Ang 1364

CHAUBOLAS, FIFTH MEHL: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: O Samman, if one could buy this love with money, then consider Raawan the king. He was not poor, but he could not buy it, even though he offered his head to Shiva. ||1|| My body is drenched in love and affection for the Lord; there is no distance at all between us. My mind is pierced through by the Lotus Feet of the Lord. He is realized when one’s intuitive consciousness is attuned to Him. ||2|| I would cross the oceans, mountains, wilderness, forests and the nine regions of the earth in a single step, O Musan, for the Love of my Beloved. ||3|| O Musan, the Light of the Lord’s Love has spread across the sky; I cling to my Lord, like the bumble bee caught in the lotus flower. ||4|| Chanting and intense meditation, austere self-discipline, pleasure and peace, honor, greatness and pride — O Musan, I would dedicate and sacrifice all these for a moment of my Lord’s Love. ||5|| O Musan, the world does not understand the Mystery of the Lord; it is dying and being plundered. It is not pierced through by the Love of the Beloved Lord; it is entangled in false pursuits. ||6|| When someone’s home and property are burnt, because of his attachment to them, he suffers in the sorrow of separation. O Musan, when mortals forget the Merciful Lord God, then they are truly plundered. ||7|| Whoever enjoys the taste of the Lord’s Love, remembers His Lotus Feet in his mind. O Nanak, the lovers of God do not go anywhere else. ||8|| Climbing thousands of steep hillsides, the fickle mind becomes miserable. Look at the humble, lowly mud, O Jamaal: the beautiful lotus grows in it. ||9|| My Lord has lotus-eyes; His Face is so beautifully adorned. O Musan, I am intoxicated with His Mystery. I break the necklace of pride into bits. ||10|| I am intoxicated with the Love of my Husband Lord; remembering Him in meditation, I am not conscious of my own body. He is revealed in all His Glory, all throughout the world. Nanak is a lowly moth at His Flame. ||11||

SHALOKS OF DEVOTEE KABEER JEE: ONE UNIVERSAL CREATOR GOD. BY THE GRACE OF THE TRUE GURU: Kabeer, my rosary is my tongue, upon which the Lord’s Name is strung. From the very beginning, and throughout the ages, all the devotees abide in tranquil peace. ||1|| Kabeer, everyone laughs at my social class. I am a sacrifice to this social class, in which I chant and meditate on the Creator. ||2|| Kabeer, why do you stumble? Why does your soul waver? He is the Lord of all comforts and peace; drink in the Sublime Essence of the Lord’s Name. ||3|| Kabeer, earrings made of gold and studded with jewels, look like burnt twigs, if the Name is not in the mind. ||4|| Kabeer, rare is such a person, who remains dead while yet alive. Singing the Glorious Praises of the Lord, he is fearless. Wherever I look, the Lord is there. ||5|| Kabeer, on the day when I die, afterwards there shall be bliss. I shall meet with my Lord God. Those with me shall meditate and vibrate on the Lord of the Universe. ||6|| Kabeer, I am the worst of all. Everyone else is good. Whoever understands this is a friend of mine. ||7|| Kabeer, she came to me in various forms and disguises. My Guru saved me, and now she bows humbly to me. ||8|| Kabeer, kill only that, which, when killed, shall bring peace. Everyone shall call you good, very good, and no one shall think you are bad. ||9|| Kabeer, the night is dark, and men go about doing their dark deeds. They take the noose and run around; but rest assured that God shall destroy them. ||10|| Kabeer, the sandalwood tree is good, even though it is surrounded by weeds. Those who dwell near the sandalwood tree, become just like the sandalwood tree. ||11|| Kabeer, the bamboo is drowned in its egotistical pride. No one should drown like this. Bamboo also dwells near the sandalwood tree, but it does not take up its fragrance. ||12|| Kabeer, the mortal loses his faith, for the sake of the world, but the world shall not go along with him in the end. The idiot strikes his own foot with the axe by his own hand. ||13|| Kabeer, wherever I go, I see wonders everywhere. But without the devotees of the One Lord, it is all wilderness to me. ||14|| Kabeer, the dwelling of the Saints is good; the dwelling of the unrighteous burns like an oven. Those mansions in which the Lord’s Name is not chanted might just as well burn down. ||15|| Kabeer, why cry at the death of a Saint? He is just going back to his home. Cry for the wretched, faithless cynic, who is sold from store to store. ||16||