Guru Gobind Singh
My hand shudders to spill
As I hold my blessed pen to flow
Like a stream of ecstasy on this blank paper
About a great personality that I know.
What poem can be written?
What better words to voice,
To describe the beauty of this person
From whose very lips words rejoice?
From his royal turban sprouts a plume -
To crown his capturing grace;
He's a masterpiece from Nature's womb,
With soft natural beard on his face.
Which virtue to begin of him?
From where can this humble scribe start?
How to describe Heaven with earthly words
About the Beloved Romanticizer of my heart,
Whose love is even beyond
The limitless confines of the Universe:
Sprouting from the Bosom of God,
Of depths unimaginable by mothers?
Maybe I was blessed to have glimpsed him,
In some lifetime long ago;
Even if, by God's Grace, as his slain enemy,
It would be a Liberation to even know.
Dear God, I beg Thee,
Permit me to venerate Your Son,
Who calls himself Your Slave
An' would condemn me if his own worship was done.
I'm an admirer of his form,
Whose beauty penetrates my eyes;
His presence of unspeakable love
Is even lovelier than Paradise.
Through the magnificence of his existence,
I'm overwhelmed by Your Presence, Lord;
And as I remain in this state of bliss,
My soul's pierced by his Double-edged Sword:
The gift of which has intoxicated me
With his divine presence in my being;
Uplifting me to unimaginable heights,
Into the essence of Gobind Singh.
Every hair on my body acknowledges this,
Every breath of my life, too;
The exhilerating Excellences of Providence
Made manifest by the Grace of the Guru.
WAHE GURU JI KA KHALSA WAHE GURU JI KI FATEH