Mystic Poems from, The Name of My Beloved

 

 

Mystic Poems from, The Name of My Beloved

Mystic Verses of Guru Nanak: The Name of My Beloved

{"This mysterious path is described in the holy books, but it cannot be found simply by the study of sacred texts. It is found by the grace and guidance of an accomplished teacher."}

{"Do not live even a single day without inner
meditation." -- Baba Devi Sahab}

 

Guru Nanak

Mystic Poems from, The Name of My Beloved -- Verses of the Sikh Gurus -- Devotional Poetry from the Guru Granth and the Dasam Granth, translated by Nikky-Guninder Kaur Singh, The Sacred Literature Trust Series

The sky is our platter, the sun and moon our lamps,
it is studded with pearls, the starry galaxies,
The wafting scent of sandal wood is our incense,
the gentle breeze, our whisk,
all vegetation, the bouquet of flowers we offer to You.

What an act of worship!
This truly is Your worship, You who sunder life from death.
The unstruck Sound within is the drum to which we chant.

You have a thousand eyes yet without eye are You,
You have a thousand faces yet without face are You,
You have a thousand feet yet without foot are You,
You have a thousand noses yet without nose are You,
I am enchanted by Your wonders.

There is a Light in all, and that Light is You,

By that Light we are all illumined. The Light is revealed through the Guru's teachings. Whatever pleases You is worship of You.
(Guru Nanak, Kirtan Sohila)

 

 

Guru Nanak

Hear me, my Beloved, I am bathed in Your Love,
My mind and body are immersed in You,
unable to forget You for an instant.
How can remembrance slip, I offer myself to You.
I live only to sing Your praise.
No one belongs to me and I belong to no one;
without the Divine One, I cannot live.
I seek Your support.
By living at Your feet, my body is purified.
Nanak says, through the Guru's Word
vision grows wide, comfort deep,
and the mind is centred.

The ambrosial drops are showering down.
The Beloved comes to her so naturally,
and the bride is so deeply in love.
The Divine One enters the bodily haven of the woman,
awake and virtuous, who pleases her Groom.
In every home the Lover revels in the true brides;
why then am I forsaken?
Clouds are cast low in the sky, and the showers are delightful,
my mind and body are rapturous in love.
Nanak says, with the shower of the ambrosial Word
the Divine One graciously enters our dwelling.

The month of Chet is glorious, the bumble-bees delight in spring,
Barren woods bloom, and I long for my Beloved to come home.
(Guru Nanak, Barah Maha) 

 

SANTS OF INDIA

Hark! He is playing the flute! – Sant Radhaswami Sahab

Hark! He is playing the flute! – Sant Radhaswami Sahab

 

{"This mysterious path is described in the holy books,
but it cannot be found simply by the study of sacred texts.
It is found by the grace and guidance of an accomplished teacher."}

{Radhaswami Dayal ki Daya Radhaswami Sahai:
"Grant Merciful Radhasoami Thy Grace and Protection"}

Following is an English rendering of the translation (in Hindi) of a verse composed by Sant Radhaswami Sahab by Maharshi Mehi Paramhans ji Maharaj. English rendering of Maharshi Mehi's Translation by Pravesh K. Singh

 

 

The Original Verse (phonetic version):

"Muraliyaa baaj rahee, Koee sune sant dhar dhyaan,
So muralee guru mohi sunaee, lage prem ke baan.
Pindaa chhod and taj bhaagee, sunee adhar me apoorab taan.
Paayaa shabd milee hansan se, khainch chadhaaee surat kamaan.
Yah vanshee satanaam vansh kee, kiyaa ajar ghar amrit paan.
Bhanvar gufaa dhig soham bansee, reejh rahee mai sun-sun taan.
Is muralee kaa marm pichhaano, milee shabd kee khaan.
Gaee surat kholaa wah dwaaraa, pahunchee nij asthaan.
Satta purush dhun been sunaee, adbhut jinakee shaan.
Jin-jin suni aan yah bansee, door kiyaa sab man kaa maan.
surat samhaarat nirat nihaarat, paay gaee ab naam nishaan.
Alakh agam aur Radhaswami, khel rahee ab us maidaan."

The Translation:

The flute (of the Lord) is ringing or playing (in the inner sky). Sants who practice meditation with focussed attention are able to listen to it. My Guru made me listen to this divine flute, listening to which I was stung or pierced by the arrows of love (towards God). I (the soul) fled rising beyond my body and the Universe and heard an astonishing music never heard of earlier. I pulled or tightened the bow of surat (focussed attention or current of consciousness) and having grasped the Divine Sound met sacred souls. This flute is carved of the flute of sattanaam (holy name, Divine Word, Divine Sound, True Sound or the Truth). I sipped the nectar (which makes one immortal, taking beyond the realms or cycles of birth and death) in the sattalok (Realm of Pure Consciousness, or The Quintessential Unstruck Melody). I am delighted and enchanted by listening to the flute of `Soham' near the Bhanwar Gufa (Whirling Cave or Tunnel – the domain or the realm where the Nature is in its undisturbed state, where all the attributes or qualities of `sat', `raj' and `tam' are in perfect equilibrium balancing each other. This region is also known as `Mahakaran Mandal' (Supra-causal Region) - Translator). Identify the secret of this flute. Meeting (hearing) this is tantamount to discovering the mine or the treasure-trove of Sound. Surat reached the gate where this flute is found, opened the gate and found its own (true, original) home. I listened to the flute played by the sattapurush (God) whose influence is striking. Whoever has reached up to here and listened to this flute has been able to overcome or destroy their ahankaar (ego). Taking care of surat (stream of consciousness) gazing intently with rapt attention, I have obtained the symbol or sign in the form of the Divine Sound. Radhaswami Sahab says that now the pure conscious soul is playing on the playfield of `alakh' (beyond vision, the Unseen) and `agam' (beyond intellect).