The things in life don't matter

as much as the life in things.

The real matter is not matter.

This is the life of the matter

and should be the matter in life.

Who would think what you are

except who knows?

The gaze falling from your eyes

is God's very own intoxicating arrow.

Oh blessed Lord

Oh blessed meeting with a Saint.

I am willing to die all my life,

all for another gaze,

and for the joy it will bring.

O mind, beware the inevitable power of illusion

It has taken you lives away from your Father

and now you can't even find your own root.

The illusion is so powerful

Only the Guru, whose orders it operates under,

 can help conquer it.

Otherwise you have no chance.

O mind, beg for Guru's grace-

the Saving Grace of all.

Blessed are followers

who offer flowers at Your lotus feet,

O Guru, Lord of the World.

Oh Blessed flowers!

They kiss Your divine feet!

I have no flowers, Lord,

but please make me one,

so that I may offer myself,

forever at Your feet.

A call not received,

A call, was there one?

Who would call upon my poor soul?

I have faith in You,

I know You will,

one day.

One Blessed Day.

O Beautiful Lord,

O Director of the play of the Universe,

everything is under Your Command,

You do as You please.

ਉੜ ਜਾ ਹਵਾਵਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਮਾਯਾ ਤੂ

ਦਿਖ ਜਾ ਇਕਰੰਗੇ ਛੁਪਦਾ ਕੀਉ?

ਕਹੰਦੇ ਓਹ ਕਦੇ ਨੀ ਮੁਕਦਾ

ਓ ਰੱਬਾ ਮੇਰੇ ਕਿਥੇ ਤੂ ਲੁਕਦਾ?

ਸਦਾ ਹਾਜੂਰੇਯਾ ਰਾਮੈਯਾ ਜੀਓ

ਇਕਦਰਸ ਕਰੋ ਦਰਸ ਦਿਖਾਓ ਜੀਓ

ਦਿਲ ਦੁਖਦਾ ਬੰਧਨ ਫ਼ਸੇਯਾ

ਕਦੋਂ ਮਿਲੇ ਓਹ ਅਮ੍ਰਿਤ ਰਸੇਯਾ?

ਸੁਨੋ ਬੇਨੰਤੀ ਸਵਾਮੀ ਗੁਰਦੇਵ

ਚਰਣ ਪਕਰੋ ਜਦ ਲਾਗੋੰ ਨਾ ਸੇਵ!

If I were to tell you what pleases me,

not only would you not believe me,

but also you would not understand.

What is between lovers

stays between lovers.

O me, have you forgotten times when there was no one by your side

none but Him?

Today, when He has given you little worth,

you have forgotten Him, the real friend,

and enjoyed with so-called friends.

O me, you have strayed from The Path.

Listen O my mind, never forget the real friend,

who chose you as an initiate,

who has sheltered you,

and who ever will.

I am such a sinner Lord,

sinner every moment.

O Lord, forgive my poor soul,

bless me with your loving grace.

The real social work is work done for you-

it is beneficial for the whole world.

The real groupwork is getting together to sing your praise.

The real counselling is to remind one to remember you.

I am tired of all these complexities-

please make me serve you and no other, O Master Lord-

This is the limit.

They know I've been begging you for this for so long-

and there is still no response from your side-

Please have mercy upon my poor soul, Lord.

O Guru,

Your Word says

God is Bhagat-vachhal - the Lover of devotees.

I certainly expect love from Him-

but in what way am I, the sinner, a devotee?

Please make me ready to give up everything-

for the pleasure of becoming Your devotee.

I wish to be a mad-lover of You-

intoxicated with Your priceless Spirit, the holy Name.

Show me the way

and walk me along, O Master.

For what reason do you rage, O mind?

Why, have you no fear of God?

Have you forgotten the teachings of the Master?

Where are you heading?

Pray forgive me Lord,

I have been sinning even before I was born.

O kind and forgiving Guru,

When will my sins vanish?

The mountain of separation

is higher than everest.

Don't even think of climbing it

without the advice of one who's returned.

This is the mountain

where every step is a great height,

where every move is against the wind.

But when you reach the peak,

you can touch the universe

and become it.

If anyone wishes to see a loser lover,

look at me.

I don't have love enough

to please my Beloved.

So where is my fault

if I don't have the capacity?

You made me like this-

but I have tried hard.

So what else can I do?

Stop making me walk in circles, Lord!

Show me the Way;

Please hold my hand

and walk me to You.

Surely and purely it is

but the Holy Name of Lord

that is the Saving Grace of all-

beyond the talk of purity,

perfection, highness and holiness.

The mere touch of which

fills a soul with boundless joy.

I cannot describe an iota of the glory of

The Holy Spirit of the Lord.

Unparalleled Supreme Entity,

the only Truth. The Word.

The Spiritual Master.

Sat Naam

Sat Naam

Sat Naam.

O Gurudev, I the lowly fool,

the one without virtues,

the one who can't follow the Way,

the unworthy one,

ask

for this

Supreme Priceless entity.

I am a hundred times willing to sell you

my mind, body and soul.

Please, beloved Lord,

embrace this poor soul in Your mercy.

In sitting back

and simply watching

like a child

is the great secret of liberation-

O my mind.

Think about this,

and act on this

every day

every moment.

And you shall

come to know the One

who sees you from a million eyes

and none.

I am sacrifice a hundred times to the Master

with whose grace I have come to understand this.

An easy teaching

hard to follow.

We do what You make us do.

It is only with Your grace

O Beloved Master-

that I may realise Your glory.

Look upon this poor soul,

which is naught without Your grace-

I humbly pray for Your mercy-

my Saviour.

Come Master, come

Give food to this hungry dog.

My way of begging is not perfect-

just like a dog-

he only knows how to bark.

But being the Inner Knower of Hearts

You know my yearning.

O Lord, I stand somewhere

where only you can find me.

O Lord, I stand barking,

hungry for Your Name.

Come Master, come

and give me the divine food.

To each Word of your Speech

I humbly offer my obeisances

O Beloved Guru.

To each of Your forms I humbly offer obeisances

O Beautiful One.

O Master of Creation,

please instruct me-

what may I do to obtain You.

O Lord, forgive me,

the most idiotic one-

I do everything wrong.

But I have heard

that your one look can save me.

This poor one

asks for one success in life-

the ability to please You

and obtain Your feet.

Depressed

My heart is broken.

O Lord, haven't you heard my prayer?

Now where do I go and complain? Who is my friend?

Would you not console my crying soul?

I carry the burden of a million sins and counting - it is all my fault. I do not have the courage or intellect either - I am the manmukh. In my mind I may believe I am a good devotee - but if my prayers are not heard by You, what use is my thinking and believing? I am the loser devotee, a dog is better than me- at least he obeys and serves his master. A blade of grass is better than me - at least it sways to your Will. What even made me think I was a good devotee?

Now what do I even say?

O Supreme Master

Have my prayers failed?

I know there's not a greater sinner than me-

but being Your child, I am eligible for you mercy, am I not?

I have submitted to You my mind, body and wealth

I wish to sway in the direction of Your Will

What else can I do?

How do I please you?

How do I obtain your attention?

What action would make me the tallest tree?

O Glorious Sun, I wish to bathe in your light!

Forgive me, forgive me-

this is my continuous prayer-

O Forgiver-Guru, forgive me,

how else would I meet you my Lord?

O Guru Nanak,

O Lord,

I have forsaken all-

dharma, karma, and discipline.

I surrender to your will

and rely on your grace.

Save me, beloved Lord!

I live for you

I live to see your lotus feet

O breaker of bonds, o beloved Master

I live to serve You.

I say from the core of my heart-

I want nothing in the world-

but Your feet.