One Oankar, the primal energy, realized through the Grace of the divine preceptor
Vaar Four
Oankar transforming into forms created air, water and fire.
Then separating earth and sky He threw two flames of sun and moon in between them.
Further creating the four mines of life He created eighty four lacs of species and their animalcules.
In each species further are born myriads of creatures.
Among them all, the human birth is the rare one. One should, in this very Birth, liberate himself by surrendering before the Guru.
One must go to holy congregation; the consciousness should be merged in the word of the Guru and cultivating only a loving devotion, one should undertake to follow the path shown by the Guru.
The man by becoming altruist becomes beloved of the Guru.
The earth is the most humble which eschewing ego is firm and steady.
Deeply rooted in fortitude, dharma and contentment it remains tranquil under feet.
Touching the holy feet of the saints, it earlier being worth half a penny now becomes worth lacs.
In the rain of love the earth gets satiated with delight.
Only the humble get adorned with glory and the earth, quaffing the cup of the love of the Lord gets satiated.
Amongst variegated flora, sweet and bitter tastes, and colours on earth, one reaps whatever one sows.
Gurmukhs (in their humility like the earth) get fruit of delight.
Human body is like ashes but in it the tongue is admirable (for its benefits).
The eyes behold forms and colours and the ears take care of the sounds- musical and otherwise.
Nose is the abode of smell and thus all these five couriers (of the body) remain indulged in these pleasures (and become futile).
Among these all, the feet are placed at the lowest level and they repudiating ego are fortunate.
The true Guru by giving treatment removes the malady of ego.
The true disciples of the Guru touch the feet and bow and abide by the instructions of the Guru.
He who becomes humble and dead to all desires is the true disciple.
The smallest finger is respected and adorned by making it wear the ring.
The drop from the cloud is small but the same but getting into the mouth of shell becomes pearl.
The plant of saffron (Messua ferria) is small one but the same adorns the forehead in the form of consecratory mark.
The philosopher’s stone is small but transforms alloy of eighty metals into gold.
In the head of small snake remains the jewel which people behold in wonder.
From mercury is prepared elixir which is invaluable.
Those who eschew ego never allow themselves to be noticed.
It is a matter worth pondering as to how fire is hot and water cold.
The fire soiles the building by its smoke and water cleanses it. This fact requires the guidance of Guru.
In the family and dynasty of fire is lamp, and to water belongs a bigger family of lotus.
This is well known all over the world that moth loves fire (and gets burnt) and black bee loves lotus (and rests in it).
The flame of fire goes up and like an egotist behaves viciously.
Water goes towards low level and has qualities of altruism.
The Guru loves him who remains humble by nature.
Why madder is the fast colour and safflower temporary.
The roots of madder spread in earth, it is first brought out and put into the pit and is pounded with wooden pestles.
Then it is crushed into a heavy mill.
It further suffers the pain of getting boiled and decorated in water and then only it adorns (with fast colour) the clothes of the beloved.
The safflower comes up from the upper portion of the thorny weed Carthamus tinctoria and yields its deep colour.
Adding tart in it, the clothes are dyed and they remain dyed only for a few days.
The lowly born utimately wins and the so-called high up gets defeated.
Small ant becomes bhringi ( a kind of buzzing bee) by keeping company with it.
Apparently, the spider looks to be small but it brings out and swallows (hundred metres of) yarn.
Honey-bee is small one but its sweet honey is sold by merchants.
Silk worm is little one but the clothes made by its fibre are worn and offered on the occassions of marriage and other ceremonies.
Yogis putting the small magic ball in their mouth become invisible and go in the far off places undetected.
Strings of small pearls and gems are worn by kings and emperors.
Further, the curd is made by mixing a small quantity of rennet into milk (and thus butter is obtained).
Grass is trampled under feet yet the poor thing never complains.
The cow while eating grass remains altruist and gives milk to the poor.
From milk is made curd and then from curd butter and delicious butter-milk etc are prepared.
With that butter (ghee) homs, yajnas and other social and religious rituals are performed.
Dharma in the form of mythological bull patiently bears and burden of the earth.
Each calf produces thousands of calves in all lands.
One blade of grass has infinite extension i.e.the humility becomes base of the whole world.
Small sesame seeds sprouted and it remained lowly and got itself not mentioned anywhere.
When it came to the company of flowers, it earlier being devoid of fragrance now become fragrant.
When alongwith flowers it was crushed in crusher, it became perfume oil.
God, the purifier of the impure ones, enacted such a wondrous feat that that fragrant oil gave pleasure to the king when messaged on his head.
When it was burnt in the lamp it came to be known as kuldipak, the lamp of the dynasty generally lit to complete the last rites of man.
From lamp becoming collyrium it merged in the eyes.
It became great but never allowed itself to be called so.
The cotton seed got itself mixed with dust.
From that very seed the plant of cotton emerged on which the balls smiled unobstructed.
The cotton got ginned by the ginning machine and after carding.
Making rolls and spinning, the thread was made from it.
Then through its warp and waft it was woven and made to suffer getting dyed in boiling cauldron.
The scissors cut it and it was stiched with the help of needle and thread.
Thus it became cloth, the means for the covering up of others nudity.
The seed of promegranate merges into dust by becoming dust.
The same becoming green is adorned by flowers of deep red colour.
On tree, thousands of fruits grow, each fruit being more delicious than another.
In each fruit reside thousands of seeds produced by one seed.
As there is no dearth of fruit on that tree so the gurmukh is never at loss to realize the delights of the fruits of nectar.
With the plucking of the fruit the tree again and again, bursting into laughter bears more fruits.
Thus the great Guru teaches the way of humility.
The dust of sand in which remains gold mixed is kept in a chemical.
Then after washing the gold particles are taken out of it which weigh from miligrams to grams and more.
Then put into the crucible it is melted and to the delight of the goldsmith, is converted into lumps.
He makes leaves out of it and using chemicals washes it happily.
Then transformed into pure gold it becomes nimble and worthy of the test by touchstone.
Now in the mint, it is moulded into a coin and remains happy on the anvil even under the strokes of hammer.
Then becoming pure muhar, a gold coin, it gets deposited into treasury i.e.the gold which was in the dust particles because of its humility, ultimately turns out to be a coin of the treasure house.
Mixing with dust the poppy seed becomes one with dust.
Becoming lovely poppy plant it blossoms with variegated flowers.
Its flower buds vie with one another to look beautiful.
First that poppy suffers on a long thorn but afterwards becoming circular assumes the shape of canopy.
Getting sliced it oozes its sap of the colour of blood.
Then in the parties, becoming the cup of love, it becomes the cause of joining of bhog, enjoyment, with the yoga.
Its addicts come to parties to sip it.
Full of juice (sugarcane) is tasty and whether it speaks or not, in both the conditions, it is sweet.
It listens not to what is said and sees not what is visible, i.e. in the sugarcane field one neither can listen to other nor a person is visible in it.
When in the form of seed the nodes of sugarcane are put into the earth, they sprout up.
From one sugarcane grow many a plant, each lovely from top to bottom.
It is crushed between two cylinderical rollers because of its sweet juice.
Worthy people use it on auspicious days whereas the wicked also use it (by preparing wine etc out of it) and get perished.
Those who cultivated the nature of sugarcane i.e. do not shed sweetness though in peril, are indeed steadfast persons.
A lovely drop of cloud falls from the sky and mitigating its ego goes into the mouth of a shell in sea.
The shell, at once, closing its mouth dives down and hides itself in the underworld.
As soon as the sip takes the drop in its mouth, it goes and hides it in the hole (with the support of a stone etc.).
The diver catches hold of it and it also allows itself to be caught for the sale of altruistic sense.
Controlled by the sense of benevolence it gets itself broken on stone.
Knowing well or unknowingly it bestows a free gift and never repents.
Any rare one gets such a blest life.
With diamond-bit of drill the piece of diamond is cut gradually i.e. with the diamond bit of the Word of the Guru the mind-diamond is pierced.
With the thread (of love) a beautiful string of diamonds is prepared.
In the holy congregation, merging consciousness in the Word and eschewing ego, the mind is tranquilized.
Conquering the mind, one should surrender it (before the Guru) and adopt the virtues of gurmukhs, the Guru oriented ones.
He ought to fall on the feet of saints because even the wish-granting cow (Kamadhenu) is not equal to the dust of the feet of saints.
This act is nothing but licking of the tasteless stone though myriad tastes of sweet juices one strives for.
Rare is the Sikh who listens to (and accepts) the teachings of the Guru.
Listening to the teachings of the Guru, the Sikh becomes wise internally though apparently he looks a simpleton.
He with full care keeps his consciousness attuned to the Word and listens to nothing except the words of Guru.
He beholds the true Guru and without the company of the saints feels himself blind and deaf.
The Guru's word he receives is Vahiguru, the wondrous Lord, and remains silently immersed in delight.
He bows on the feet and becoming (humble) like dust goes on quaffing the nectar of the feet (of the Lord).
He remains involved like black bee in the lotus feet (of the Guru) and thus living in this world ocean remains unsmeared (by its water and dust).
His is life of a liberated one during the life on earth i.e. he is a jivanmukt'.
Preparing the whisk of even the hair of one's head (the gurmukh) one should wave it on the feet of the saints i.e. he should be extremely humble.
Bathing in the pilgrimage place, he should wash the feet of the Guru with tears of love.
From black, his hair may turn grey but then considering his time to go (from this world) he should cherish in his heart the symbol (love) of the Lord.
When one, falling at the Guru's feet, becomes dust himself, i.e. totally deletes ego from his mind, the true Guru also then blesses and obliges him.
He should become swan and leave black wisdom of crow and should himself perform and get others perform pearl-like invaluable deeds.
The teachings of the Guru are subtler even than the hair itself; the Sikh should always follow them.
The Sikhs of the Guru go across the world-ocean by virtue of their cup full of love.
Fig is the cosmos for the insect living in it.
But on tree grow millions of fruits which multiply further in numberless quantity.
Gardens are there of myriad trees and likewise are millions of gardens in the world.
Millions of universes are there in one small hair of God.
If that kind God showers His grace, only then a gurmukh can enjoy the delight of the holy congregation.
Only then falling on the feet and becoming dust, the humble one can mould himself according to the divine Will (hukam) of the Lord.
Only when ego is erased, this fact is realized and identified.
Remaining invisible for two days, third day the moon is beholden in a small size.
Supposed to adorn the forehead of Mahesa, people bow to it again and again.
When it has attained all the sixteen phases i.e. on the full moon night it begins diminishing and again reaches the position of the first day. People now bow before it.
Nectar is sprinkled by its rays and it irrigates all thirsty trees and fields.
Peace, contentment and cool, these invaluable jewels are bestowed by it.
In darkness, it spreads light and provides the thread of meditation to the chakor, the redlegged partridge.
Only by erasing its ego it becomes an invaluable jewel.
By becoming humble only, Dhru could behold the Lord.
God, affectionate to the devotees, also embraced him and egoless Dhruv attained the highest glory.
In this mortal world he was granted liberation and then a stable place in the sky was given him.
Moon, sun and all the thirty three crores of angels circumambulate and revolve around him.
His magnificence has been clearly described in the Vedas and Puranas.
The story of that unmanifest Lord is extremely mystical, indescribable and beyond all thoughts.
Only gurmukhs can have a glimpse of Him.