Gurbani Written As Poetry?

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.....sangat jee i was just wondering why is gurbani written as poetry? ..could some one please explain as i dnt really know why? thank you

[mann_kaum_layee_qurbaan]

poetry is very unique. you change one word or line, and it changes the whole meaning, so poetry keeps gurbaani locked from people with bad intentions. Also, it is easier to remember poetic verses rather than regular grammar. Finally SGGS is set to Raags or musical measures. Baani set to raags is meant to be sung. Poetry can be sung.

peace.

Ooops, according to gurmat, baani is dhur ki baani as guru sahib states. Dhur ki baani ayee tin saglee chint mitaayee||

So as baani came to guru sahibs they wrote it down for the upliftment of humanity. The previous reasons are worldy reasons to appease the masses.

peace, again.

[Khalsa4ever]

Waheguroo jee ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo jee kee Fateh!

1. More peaceful

2. Easy to sing

3. Gives it beauty

4. Easy to remember!!!

Waheguroo jee ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo jee kee Fateh!

[Guest Bass Singh]

VJKK VJKF!

BANI HAS BEEN WRITTEN SUCH A WAY THAT EVEN SHAKESPEARE WOULD BE JEALOUS OF THE POETRY INVOLVED! LOOL!

VJKK VJKF!

[king singh]

VJKK VJKF!

BANI HAS BEEN WRITTEN SUCH A WAY THAT EVEN SHAKESPEARE WOULD BE JEALOUS OF THE POETRY INVOLVED! LOOL!

VJKK VJKF!

So true!

i hate shakespeare!!!!!

I had to study him in english GCSE!!!!

I hate him!!!

Y cant we study gurbani instead :nihungsmile:

[Guest]

VJKK VJKF!

SHAKESPEARE WAS ALRIGHT, I HAD 2 STUDY HIM 4 GCSE ASWELL, BUT THATS HOW IT GOES!!!

I WISH EVERYONE COULD STUDY GURBANI 2, THAT WAY THERE WONT BE WARS AND STUFF!!!! AND BAD THINGS, BECAUSE EVERYONE WOULD HAVE PYAR FOR EACH OTHER AND SATGURU!!!

VJKK VJKF!

[Pheena]

Just as a mute cannot explain the taste of sugar, your lips will remain sealed. Every time you think of it there will be a lump in your throat, your heart will become full, so full; tears will flow, or laughter, but you will not be able to say a word. People will think your mind has lost its balance. Your inside will be so overfull that it will pour out of every pore in your body. You will dance, you will sing, but you will not be able to speak. So it was that Nanak sang and Mardana played. Whenever anyone asked Nanak about his state he would look at Mardana and nod. Mardana would pick up his instrument and begin to play, and Nanak would begin to sing.

Nanak said nothing, he only sang.

When you hear a sage – if you hear him properly – you will find he is singing, not talking. You will find poetry in his words. Even as he sits he dances. You will find a kind of intoxication in the atmosphere around him, an intoxication that does not lull you to sleep or into senselessness, but rather awakens you. It takes you not into forgetfulness but into wakefulness. And if you are ready to flow along with it, it can carry you to unknown and wonderful shores. If you are really ready to dive down deep into the ocean it can take you on a long astonishing journey – to the ultimate.

The sage’s tune is more melody than words. He speaks less, sings more, for what he has attained cannot be expressed in words. It will perhaps be transmitted by a tune, a low murmur; a slight glimpse and you may get carried away by it.

Gurdjieff defined two kinds of art. In ordinary art the artist, the singer, the sculptor expresses his feelings. Even a great painter like Picasso does no more than capture his state of mind in his work. Gurdjieff calls this subjective art. Objective art includes the Taj Mahal or the Ajanta-Ellora caves. In this the artist does not portray his feelings but creates a condition that elicits certain feelings in the viewer.

There is the statue of Buddha. If it is truly a piece of objective art – which it can be only if the sculptor has known what buddhahood means – then you will find yourself getting connected with it in a mysterious way as you keep looking at it. You will find that you have descended deep within yourself and the idol will become contemplation.

The idols in the temples were not put there without a reason. They are all part of this objective art. Music also was not created accidentally; those who went into samadhi first gave voice to music. Having heard the melody of Om within, in various ways they tried to capture the melody of this

resonance in the realm of sound, so that those who know not the music within may get some taste of it. Little children invariably come to the temple in order to partake of the offerings made to the deity. Whatever your reason, there is value in going to the temple. The external sounds of the bells and devotional songs can become a divine gift if they touch off remembrance of the music within.

The deep pleasure in music is a glimpse of samadhi. Dance also is an objective art, thus the tradition of dancing before the deity. Witnessing the dance, your boat may suddenly leave the shore and sail off to distant lands!

One thing you must keep in mind about Nanak is that whatever he has said, he has sung; whatever he wanted to convey, he has conveyed along with music. For the real thing is the music – the nada, the sound. What he says is a mere excuse when his aim is to trigger the resonance within you. If

it begins to resound in the right way your thought processes will break and you will find yourself on a different plane of words altogether. If you have gathered enough courage to flow along, if you are not holding on like mad to the shore, then the third happening – contemplation – will also occur.

[Zanda]

In few word's it is more said in time!

Thing put as a child remain intact,

As people don't take them as a fact!

If people puzzle and pause,

This is the cause,

of religion where they fall,

Instead of walk tall.

If you remember as a child grows,

this is where the clues!

Do you need light of man?

Or realy even light of Zan?

Who made you grow?

[mann_kaum_layee_qurbaan]

In few word's it is more said in time!

Thing put as a child remain intact,

As people don't take them as a fact!

If people puzzle and pause,

This is the cause,

of religion where they fall,

Instead of walk tall.

If you remember as a child grows,

this is where the clues!

Do you need light of man?

Or realy even light of Zan?

Who made you grow?

zanda, gurbaani is written in poetic form not riddle form

just kidding