One Oankaar, the primal energy, realized through the grace of divine preceptor
The lovers Lana and Majanu are well known in all the quarters of the world.
The excellent song of Sorath and Bija is sung in every direction.
The love of Sassi and Punnü, though of different castes, is everywhere spoken of.
The fame of Sohni who used to swim the Chenab river in the ht to meet Mahival is well known.
Ranjha and Hir are renowned for the love they bore each other.
But superior to all is the love the disciples bear their Guru.They sing it at the ambrosial hour of morning.
Opium-eaters eschew not opium and sit down together to eat it.
Gamblers indulge in play and lose their stakes.
Thieves do not abandon thieving and suffer punishment when caught.
The evil-doers do not remain away from the house of the ill-repute women though they sell off even their clothes to provide for them.
Sinners commit sin anu abscond to avoid punishment.
But, contrary to all these, the Sikhs of the Guru, (whose companionship is far from being injurious) love their Guru, and he absolves them of all their sins.
The black bee gets perished while enjoying the fragrance in the garden.
Moth fearlessly burns itself on the flame but goes on beholding in the face of the flame up to last.
Overwhelmed by melody, the deer goes on wandering in the forests.
Overpowered by the taste of tongue, the fish itself catches the hook.
Out of lust for its female, the male elephant gets caught and bears sufferings for the rest of life.
Likewise, the Sikhs of the Guru love their Guru and stablize themselves in their true selves.
Red-legged partridge (chakor) loves moon and hence stares at it without even losing its glance.
Ruddy sheldrake (chakavi) loves sun, and in sunlight, meeting its beloved feels elated.
Lotus loves water and shows the water its blossomed face.
Rain birds and peacocks also shriek when they see the clouds.
Wife loves her husband and mother takes care of the son.
Similarly the Sikh loves Guru and this love accompanies him to the end.
Friendship of beauty and lust is known all over the world.
And this is very practical that hunger and taste are complementry.
Greed and wealth also mix up with each other and remain deluded.
For a dozing person, even a small cot is a pleasure to pass the night.
In the dream, one enjoys every colour of events.
Likewise, indescribable is the story of the love of the Sikh and the Guru
The swan of Mansarovar picks up only pearls and jewels.
The nightingale and mango tree bear love for each other, and hence it sings thereupon.
The sandal loves whole vegetation, and whosoever is near it, becomes fragrant.
Touching the philosopher's stone the iron brightens like gold.
Even the defiled streams, meeting the Ganges, become sacred.
Such is also the love between the Sikh and the Guru, and to a Sikh, this is most priceless commodity.
There are three types of relationship - first those of father, mother, sister, brother and their offspring and alliances;
Second, mother's father, mother's mother, mother's sisters, mother's brothers;
Third, father-in-law, mother-in-law, brother-in-law, and sister-in-law.
For them, gold, silver, diamonds, and corals are amassed.
But dearer than all is the love of the Guru's Sikhs for the Guru,
And, this is the relationship which brings happiness.
The trader trades and he earns profits as well as loss.
The farmer cultivates and thus increases or decreases.
The servant serves and gets blows in the battlefield.
The results of ruling, living as a yogi, residing in the world, forest
And forts are such that ultimately man is caught in the web of yama i.e. he goes on transmigrating.
But such is love between the Sikh and his Guru that loss is never suffered.
The eyes are not satisfied with beholding sights and exhibitions;
The ears are not satisfied with hearing praise or blame, mourning or rejoicing;
The tongue is not satisfied with eating what affords pleasure and delight;
The nose is not contented with good or evil odour;
Nobody is satisfied with his span of life, and everyone entertains false hopes.
But the Sikhs are satisfied with the Guru and theirs is the true love and delight.
Cursed is the head that bows not before the Guru and touches not his feet.
Cursed are the eyes who instead of beholding the Guru behold another's wife.
Those ears are (also) cursed which do not listen to the sermon of the Guru and do not concentrate upon it'
Cursed is that tongue which recites • mantras other than the word of the Guru
Without service, cursed are the heads, and feet, and useless are other deeds.
The (true) love is there between the Sikh and the Guru and the real delight is there in the shelter of the Guru.
Love none but the Guru; all other love is false.
Enjoy no other relish than his, for it would be poisonous.
Be not pleased with any one else's singing, for listening to it would bring no happiness.
All acts not in conformity with the Guru's teaching, are evil, and bear evil fruit.
Walk only in the way of true Guru, because in all other ways, there are thieves who cheat and rob.
The love of the Guru's Sikhs for the Guru causes their soul to blend their truth with the Truth.
Other hopes (except Lord's) are ruination; how could they be accomplished.
Other infatuations are delusion which ultimately lead (man) astray.
Other actions are deceits by which man cultivates demerits and suffers.
The company of the sense of otherness is a perfidious way of living; and how it could wash away the sinful life.
The othemness is a wrong stake which ultimatley makes one lose the (battle of) life.
The love between the Sikhs and the Guru, brings the meritorious people closer and makes them one (sangat).
As the contraction of limbs saves the tortoise, the ambrosial vision of the Guru saves the Sikh from the world ocean.
Like a swan having discriminatory knowledge (of sifting water from milk), this vision of Guru provides wisdom about the edible and the inedible.
Like a Siberian crane which keeps in mind its off-springs, the Guru also always takes care of the disciples, and (through his spiritual powers) foresees the invisible.
As the mother shares not the pleasures of her son, the Guru also has no demand of the Sikh.
The true Guru is kind and (sometime) tests also the Sikhs.
The love between the Guru and the Sikh makes the latter valuable like a blade of grass made worthy of million (coins)
Beholding the flame (of the lamp), as the moth mingles with the flame and
Deer absorbs its consciousness in the melodious Word, likewise in the river of holy congregation,
The Sikh becoming fish and adopting the way of the wisdom of the Guru, enjoys the life.
By becoming black bee of the lotus feet (of the Lord), the Sikh spends his night ecstatically.
He never forgets the teaching of the Guru and repeats it as the rainbird does in the rainy season.
The love between the Guru and the disciple is such that they do not like the sense of duality.
Ask not for a giver from whom you shall have to appeal to another
Employ not a brusque banker who will afterwords make you repent.
Serve not such a master as will render you liable to death's punishment.
Engage not a physician who cannot cure the malady of pride.
What is the use of bathing the body at the places of pilgrimages if the filth of evil inclinations is not cleansed.
The love between the Guru and the disciples brings happiness and composure.
If being master of army having four divisions (elephant, chariot, horse and infantry), country and the wealth;
If having attraction for others due to possession of miracles through ridhis and siddhis;
If living a long life full of qualities and knowledge
And if being enough powerful to care for nobody is still engrossed in dilemma,
He cannot have shelter in the court of Lord.
Due to love for his Guru, even an ordinary grass cutter Sikh becomes acceptable.
The concentration except on Guru is all duality.
The knowledge except theknowledge of the Guru-word is a cry in vain.
Worship except the Guru feet is all false and selfishness.
Except the acceptance of the teaching of the Guru, all other means are incomplete.
Except the meeting in the holy congregation, all other assemblages are fragile.
The Sikhs loving their Guru, know well to win the game (of life).
One may have millions of wisdoms, consciousness, qualities, meditations, honours, japs,
Penances, continences, bathings on pilgrimage centres, karmas, dharmas yogas,
Enjoyments rind recitations of holy scriptures to his credit.
But still, if such a person controlled by ego wishes to be noticed by others,
He has gone astray and cannot fathom the Lord (and His creation).
If the love prevails between the Guru and the disciple, the sense of ego vanishes (in the thin air).
The Sikh of the Guru, falling at the feet (of Guru) forswears his ego and desires of mind.
He fetches water, fans the congregation, grinds flour (for latigar) and does all manual jobs.
He cleanses and spreads the sheets and gets not dejected while putting fire in the hearth.
He adopts the contentment like a dead person does.
He gets such a fruit of living near the Guru, as the silk-cotton tree gets by being near the sandal tree i.e. it also becomes fragrant.
The Sikhs loving the Guru make their wisdom complete.
Immense is the fruit of the service to the Guru; who can understand its worth.
From among the wondrous shades (of life) it makes one see the most wonderful one.
The taste of the service is as awesome as the sweet is to the dumb person.
It is a great feat (of God) that the fragrance is there in the trees.
The service is invaluable and incomparable; any rare endures this unendurable faculty.
Only God, the omniscient knows the mystery of the service.
None knows the mystery how in the association of sandal, other trees transform into sandal.
From lamp is illumined the lamp and looks identical.
No one can identify that water which mixes into water.
The small aunt turns into bhringiinsect; none can tell about it.
The snake leaves its slough and this is again a wonderful feat.
Similarly, the love between the Guru and disciple is wondrous.
The fragrance resides in the flowers but none knows how it takes place there.
Tastes of the fruits are varied, though the same water irrigates them.
Butter remains in the milk but none understands this mystery.
In the gurmukhs, due to their discipline the realization of authentic self takes place.
For this all, the gurmukh applies the method of love for Guru,
Sangati and the hyms of the Guru, Gurbani
Seeing the burning flame of the lamp the moths cannot withhold themselves.
The fish is taken out of water but still it does not give up its love for water.
As listening to the drum beat of the hunter, the deer turns towards the sound,
And the black bee by entering the flower perishes itself for enjoying the fragrance.
Similarly, the gurmukhs enjoy the delight of love and liberate themselves from all the bondages.
The family lineage of theGuru and the Sikhs is blessed who following the wisdom of Guru realize the self.