Sadhoo Dhoor

PrIdw drIAwvY kMn@Y bgulw bYTw kyl kry ] fareedhaa dhareeaavai ka(n)nhai bagulaa bait(h)aa kael karae || Fareed, the crane perches on the river bank, playing joyfully. kyl krydy hMJ no AicMqy bwj pey ] kael karaedhae ha(n)jh no achi(n)thae baaj peae || While it is playing, a hawk suddenly pounces on it. bwj pey iqsu rb dy kylW ivsrIAW ] baaj peae this rab dhae kaelaa(n) visareeaaa(n) || When the Hawk of God attacks, playful sport is forgotten. jo min iciq n cyqy sin so gwlI rb kIAW ]99] jo man chith n chaethae san so gaalee rab keeaaa(n) ||99|| God does what is not expected or even considered. ||99||

Waheguroo jee kaa khalsa Waheguroo jee kee fateh! I'd like to share this shabad with the sangat. I know it's long. It's like a story though and certainly worth your time. mwrU solhy mhlw 5 <> siqgur pRswid ] sMgI jogI nwir lptwxI ] auriJ rhI rMg rs mwxI ] ikrq sMjogI Bey iekqRw krqy Bog iblwsw hy ]1] jo ipru krY su Dn qqu mwnY ] ipru Dnih sIgwir rKY sMgwnY ] imil eykqR vsih idnu rwqI ipRau dy Dnih idlwsw hy ]2] Dn mwgY ipRau bhu ibiD DwvY ] jo pwvY so Awix idKwvY ] eyk vsqu kau phuic n swkY Dn rhqI BUK ipAwsw hy ]3] Dn krY ibnau doaU kr jorY ] ipRA prdyis n jwhu vshu Gir morY ] AYsw bxju krhu igRh BIqir ijqu auqrY BUK ipAwsw hy ]4] sgly krm Drm jug swDw ] ibnu hir rs suKu iqlu nhI lwDw ] BeI ik®pw nwnk sqsMgy qau Dn ipr Anµd aulwsw hy ]5] Dn AMDI ipru cplu isAwnw ] pMc qqu kw rcnu rcwnw ] ijsu vKr kau qum Awey hhu so pwieE siqgur pwsw hy ]6] Dn khY qU vsu mY nwly ] ipRA suKvwsI bwl gupwly ] quJY ibnw hau ikq hI n lyKY vcnu dyih Coif n jwsw hy ]7] ipir kihAw hau hukmI bMdw ] Ehu Bwro Twkuru ijsu kwix n CMdw ] ijcru rwKY iqcru qum sMig rhxw jw sdy q aUiT isDwsw hy ]8] jau ipRA bcn khy Dn swcy ] Dn kCU n smJY cMcil kwcy ] bhuir bhuir ipr hI sMgu mwgY Ehu bwq jwnY kir hwsw hy ]9] AweI AwigAw iprhu bulwieAw ] nw Dn puCI n mqw pkwieAw ] aUiT isDwieE CUtir mwtI dyKu nwnk imQn mohwsw hy ]10] Maaroo, Solahas, Fifth Mehl: One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru: The body-bride is attached to the Yogi, the husband-soul. She is involved with him, enjoying pleasure and delights. As a consequence of past actions, they have come together, enjoying pleasurable play. ||1|| Whatever the husband does, the bride willingly accepts. The husband adorns his bride, and keeps her with himself. Joining together, they live in harmony day and night; the husband comforts his wife. ||2|| When the bride asks, the husband runs around in all sorts of ways. Whatever he finds, he brings to show his bride. But there is one thing he cannot reach, and so his bride remains hungry and thirsty. ||3|| With her palms pressed together, the bride offers her prayer, "O my beloved, do not leave me and go to foreign lands; please stay here with me. Do such business within our home, that my hunger and thirst may be relieved.""||4|| All sorts of religious rituals are performed in this age, but without the sublime essence of the Lord, not an iota of peace is found. When the Lord becomes Merciful, O Nanak, then in the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation, the bride and the husband enjoy ecstasy and bliss. ||5|| The body-bride is blind, and the groom is clever and wise. The creation was created of the five elements. That merchandise, for which you have come into the world, is received only from the True Guru. ||6|| The body-bride says, ""Please live with me, O my beloved, peaceful, young lord. Without you, I am of no account. Please give me your word, that you will not leave me"". ||7|| The soul-husband says, ""I am the slave of my Commander. He is my Great Lord and Master, who is fearless and independent. As long as He wills, I will remain with you. When He summons me, I shall arise and depart.""||8|| The husband speaks words of Truth to the bride, but the bride is restless and inexperienced, and she does not understand anything. Again and again, she begs her husband to stay; she thinks that he is just joking when he answers her. ||9|| The Order comes, and the husband-soul is called. He does not consult with his bride, and does not ask her opinion. He gets up and marches off, and the discarded body-bride mingles with dust. O Nanak, behold the illusion of emotional attachment and hope. ||10||