Tuesday, December 7, 2010

What is mine and what is yours? Dhan Dhan Sri Guru Ravi Dass Ji! I bow to you.

Everyday, we as people get into arguments, fight wars against each others as soverign countries, cheat and exploit each other, play tricks on each others, put down others that are of different caste, religion, class, gender and other things. I was just reading on Sikhnet how Gurdwaras are being built and named based on castes like Jatt Gurdwara, marasi Gurdwara, Ramgharia Gurdwara? For what? Why do we claim things as mine, mera, me, I? It never ends and I am equally guilty? This is all manmat and anti-gurmat. And, these people wear turbans and banas and claim to be Sikhs. The force of maya is strong to not let us get out of this false bond. It is like she wants to hold us and to love her but instead of becoming strong we give in and try not to get away from her and really long to be with the our real Lover, the one that created us, nurish us, provide for us. Hey at least we could do is to sing His praises, do Naam Simran, do some meditation, be thankful to Him for teh love we receive while we are stuck in this maya's jaal. May be our songs and praises will be heard.

ਪ੍ਰਾਨੀ ਕਿਆ ਮੇਰਾ ਕਿਆ ਤੇਰਾ ॥
प्रानी किआ मेरा किआ तेरा ॥
Parānī ki▫ā merā ki▫ā ṯerā.
O mortal, what is mine, and what is yours?

ਜੈਸੇ ਤਰਵਰ ਪੰਖਿ ਬਸੇਰਾ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
जैसे तरवर पंखि बसेरा ॥१॥ रहाउ ॥
Jaise ṯarvar pankẖ baserā. ||1|| rahā▫o.
The soul is like a bird perched upon a tree. ||1||Pause||

ਰਾਖਹੁ ਕੰਧ ਉਸਾਰਹੁ ਨੀਵਾਂ ॥
राखहु कंध उसारहु नीवां ॥
Rākẖo kanḏẖ usārahu nīvāʼn.
You lay the foundation and build the walls.

ਸਾਢੇ ਤੀਨਿ ਹਾਥ ਤੇਰੀ ਸੀਵਾਂ ॥੨॥
साढे तीनि हाथ तेरी सीवां ॥२॥
Sādẖe ṯīn hāth ṯerī sīvāʼn. ||2||
But in the end, three and a half cubits will be your measured space. ||2||

ਬੰਕੇ ਬਾਲ ਪਾਗ ਸਿਰਿ ਡੇਰੀ ॥
बंके बाल पाग सिरि डेरी ॥
Banke bāl pāg sir derī.
You make your hair beautiful, and wear a stylish turban on your head.

ਇਹੁ ਤਨੁ ਹੋਇਗੋ ਭਸਮ ਕੀ ਢੇਰੀ ॥੩॥
इहु तनु होइगो भसम की ढेरी ॥३॥
Ih ṯan ho▫igo bẖasam kī dẖerī. ||3||
But in the end, this body shall be reduced to a pile of ashes. ||3||

ਊਚੇ ਮੰਦਰ ਸੁੰਦਰ ਨਾਰੀ ॥
ऊचे मंदर सुंदर नारी ॥
Ūcẖe manḏar sunḏar nārī.
Your palaces are lofty, and your brides are beautiful.

ਰਾਮ ਨਾਮ ਬਿਨੁ ਬਾਜੀ ਹਾਰੀ ॥੪॥
राम नाम बिनु बाजी हारी ॥४॥
Rām nām bin bājī hārī. ||4||
But without the Lord's Name, you shall lose the game entirely. ||4||

ਮੇਰੀ ਜਾਤਿ ਕਮੀਨੀ ਪਾਂਤਿ ਕਮੀਨੀ ਓਛਾ ਜਨਮੁ ਹਮਾਰਾ ॥
मेरी जाति कमीनी पांति कमीनी ओछा जनमु हमारा ॥
Merī jāṯ kamīnī pāʼnṯ kamīnī ocẖẖā janam hamārā.
My social status is low, my ancestry is low, and my life is wretched.

ਤੁਮ ਸਰਨਾਗਤਿ ਰਾਜਾ ਰਾਮ ਚੰਦ ਕਹਿ ਰਵਿਦਾਸ ਚਮਾਰਾ ॥੫॥੬॥
तुम सरनागति राजा राम चंद कहि रविदास चमारा ॥५॥६॥
Ŧum sarnāgaṯ rājā rām cẖanḏ kahi Raviḏās cẖamārā. ||5||6||
I have come to Your Sanctuary, O Luminous Lord, my King; so says Ravi Daas, the shoemaker. ||5||6||


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