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Friday, October 15, 2021

Even One Second Spent in the Devotion of Lord is Counted -- Don’t Think That Meditation Done in the Evening or Any Other Time is a Waste

 

Even One Second Spent in the Devotion of Lord is Counted -- Don’t Think That Meditation Done in the Evening or Any Other Time is a Waste





Baba Farid: "The first watch of the night brings flowers, and the later watches of the night bring fruit. Those who remain awake and aware, receive the gifts from the Lord."


Commentary by Santji: "First, flowers come on plants or fruit trees, whether it is apple, orange, etc., and then comes fruit. Just like that, meditation done in the earlier part of the night is like flowers and meditation done in the later part is like fruit. Don’t think that meditation done in the evening or any other time is a waste. Even one second spent in the devotion of Lord is counted. Baba Jaimal Singh Ji used to say that when a jiva [soul], withdrawing his attention from all outside things, listens to the Shabd, his attendance is marked in Sach Khand. Masters whose inner eyes are opened tell us that, when any jiva sits in meditation, even gods in the heavens look at him and say in surprise, 'Ah! In the Iron Age a jiva is sitting in meditation and is preparing to meet with the Lord!' The later part of the night is important because, getting up early at three A.M., we have just woken up and our surat or attention has just entered the body. We don't remember the thoughts of the previous day and there is no noise in the streets, etc... At that time, it becomes easier to withdraw the surat, the soul, from every single cell of the body, and so we get the fruit. 'Those who remain awake and aware, receive the gifts from the Lord.'" (Santji, The Pain of Separation The Shlokas of Sheik Farid From the Guru Granth Sahib, A Commentary by Ajaib Singh)







Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Sufi Poetry: Remember the Lord of Love -- Baba Farid

Sufi Poetry: Remember the Lord of Love -- Baba Farid

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They, who enjoy not their spouse
when their hair has color; hardly
any one of them enjoys, when
their hair is grey, O Farid.
Love thou thy Lord, that thou
mayest have fresh color.
Farid, whether one's hair be dark
or grey, the Lord is ever there, if
anyone remembers Him.
(Baba Farid, quoted in, Sri Guru Granth Sahib,
Volume 8, Manmohan Singh translation)

Do not speak a hurtful word
Do not speak a hurtful word,
for in everyone lives the true Lord.
Do not break anyone's heart,
for each heart
is a priceless pearl.

You must fathom the Ocean
Says Farid, you must fathom the ocean which contains what you want
Why do you soil your hand searching the petty ponds;
Says Farid, the Creater is in the creation and the creation in the Creator
Whom shall we blame when He is everywhere?

Why do you roam the jungles?
Says Farid,
Why do you roam the jungles with thorns pricking your feet?
Your Lord dwells in your heart.
And you wander about in search of Him.


Raga Asa - True Lovers

1.

True lovers are those
who love with all their hearts.
Those who think of another,
speak of another
are called false lovers.

Those steeped in the color
of God's love
abide in His care.
Those who forget His name
are a burden upon earth.

Those whom He gathers
become dervishes at His door.
Exalted are the mothers of such men
who gave them birth,
blessed is their coming into the world.

You are caring, infinite,
boundless, endless.
Those who have discerned
this truth,
their feet, their mouths I kiss.

You are my protection
O Lord, my salvation.
Grant to Sheikh Farid
the blessing
of Your adoration.

2.

Sheikh Farid speaks:
dear friend, turn to Allah.
This body shall become
dust in the miserable,
dark house of the grave.

Today is the day of union,
O Sheikh Farid,
so tame these wild cranes
of desire that inflame
and incite the heart.

We all know that we shall die
and never again return.
Then why do we love
this false world
and sell ourselves?

We must ever speak
of the true path;
let us not speak lies.
Let us walk the guru's course
like humble disciples.

Seeing strong, handsome youths
swim across to the other side,
a weak woman takes heart.
Those who pursue only gold
should be sawn in half.

O Sheikh, no one in this world
can stay alive forever.
The place upon which I now sit,
many have sat before
and gone on their way.

Cranes come to Katak,
forest fires in Chet,
lightning in Savan.
In winter, fair arms of women
adorn lovers' necks.

All ephemeral things pass on.
Think of this, O heart.
That which takes
six months to form
is destroyed in an instant.

The earth asks the sky, O Farid:
how many boatmen have come and gone?
The body merely rots in the grave,
but it is the soul
that must suffer the consequences.

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Monday, April 23, 2007

I Know a Thousand Rumis, Poet-Mystics of the East

I Know a Thousand Rumis, Poet-Mystics of the East

I know a thousand Rumis
the world needs to hear,
to be soothed by
the Voice of the Soul
that speaks through them all.

Hafiz, Shams, Sarmad, Kabir, MiraBai, Rabia, Tukaram, Hazrat Sultan Bahu, Baba Farid, Nanak, Tulsi Sahib, Surdas, Dariya Sahib, Dharam Das, Namdev, Ravidas, Paltu ….. countless are lovers of the Beloved.

– James