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We all love Sardar jokes. But do you know that Sikhs are one of the hardest working, prosperous and diversified communities in the world!
My friend told me about the following incident which I wish to share with you. It has had a deep impact on my thinking.

During the last vacation, a few friends came to Delhi . They rented a taxi for local sight-seeing. The driver was an old Sardar and boys being boys, these pals began cracking Sardarji jokes, just to tease the old man. But to their surprise, the fellow remained unperturbed..

At the end of the sight-seeing, they paid the cab hire charges. The Sardar returned the change, but he gave each one of them one rupee extra and said,”Sons, since morning you have been telling Sardarji jokes. I listened to them all and let me tell you, some of them were in bad taste. Still, I don’t mind coz I know that you are young blood and are yet to see the world. But I have one request. I am giving you one rupee each. Give it to the first Sardar beggar that you come across in this or any other city !!!”

My friend continued, “That one rupee coin is still with me. I couldn’t find a single Sardar begging anywhere.”

MORAL:
The secret behind their universal success is their willingness to do any job with utmost dedication and pride. A Sardar will drive a truck or set up a roadside garage or a dhaba, run a fruit juice stall, take up small time carpentry, … but he will never beg on the streets

Because Sikhs contribute:

* 33% of total income tax
* 67% of total charities
* 45% of Indian Army

* 59,000++ Gurudwaras serve LANGAR to 5,900,000+ people everyday!


& All this when THEY make only 1.4% of the total INDIAN POPULATION..


 =D> =D> =D> =D> =D> =D>
ਬੱਸ ਵਿੱਚੋਂ ਉੱਤਰ ਕੇ ਮੈ ਆਪ੍ਣੀ ਜੇਬ 'ਚ ਹੱਥ ਮਾਰਿਆ.....ਇੱਕ-ਦਮ ਮੇਰੇ ਹੌਸ਼ ਉੱਡ ਗਏ..!! ਮੇਰਾ ਪਰਸ ਚੌਰੀ ਹੋ ਚੁਕਿਆ ਸੀ... ਵੇਸੇ ਵੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਪਰ੍ਸ ਹੈ ਹੀ ਕੀ ਸੀ..... ?? ਕੁੱਲ 150 ਰੁੱਪਏ...ਤੇ ਇੱਕ ਖ਼ਤ.. ਜੋ ਮੈ ਆਪਣੀ ਪਿੰਡ ਵਿੱਚ ਰਹਿੰਦੀ ਮਾਂ ਲਈ ਲਿਖਿਆ ਸੀ,."ਮੇਰੀ ਨੌਕਰੀ ਚ੍ਲੀ ਗਈ ਹੈ.. ਸੌ ਮੈਂ ਪੈਸੇ ਨਹੀ ਭੇਜ ਸਕਾਂ ਗਾਂ...", ਪਿੱਛ੍ਲੇ ਤਿੰਨ ਦਿਨਾ ਤੋਂ ਉਹ ਖ਼ੱਤ ਮੇਰੀ ਜੇਬ 'ਚ ਪਿਆ ਸੀ..ਪੌਸਟ ਕਰਨ ਨੂ...ੰ ਮੰਨ ਹੀ ਨਈ ਕਰ ਰਿਹਾ ਸੀ...150 ਰੁਪਏ ਤਾਂ ਜਾ ਚੁੱਕੇ ਸੀ....ਵੇਸੇ ਵੀ 150 ਰੁਪਏ ਕੌਈ ਬਹੁਤ ਜ਼ਿਆਦਾ ਬੜੀ ਰਕਮ ਤਾਂ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਨੀ....ਪਰ ਜਿਸ ਦੀ ਨੌਕਰੀ ਚੱਲੀ ਗਈ ਹੋਵੇ ਉਸ ਲਈ ਤਾਂ 15੦ ਰੁਪਏ ਵੀ 1500 ਵਾਂਗ ਹੁੰਦੇ ਨੇ,,..... ...ਇਸ ਘਟਨਾ ਨੂੰ ਕਈ ਦਿਨ ਬੀਤ ਗਏ... ਫਿਰ ਅਚਾਨਕ ਮੇਰੇ ਪਿੰਡ ਤੋਂ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ਦਾ ਖ਼ੱਤ ਆਇਆ..ਮੈਂ ਖ਼ਤ ਦੇਖ ਕੇ ਇੱਕ-ਦੱਮ ਸਹਿਮ ਗਿਆ... "ਜਰੂਰ ਮਾਂ ਨੇ ਪੈਸੇ ਮੰਗਵਾਏ ਹੋਣ ਗੇ.." ਮੈਂ ਮੰਨ ਹੀ ਮੰਨ ਸੌਚਿਆ...!!...ਪਰ.......ਮੈਂ ਖ਼ਤ ਪ੍ੜ ਕੇ ਹੈਰਾਨ ਹੋ ਗਿਆ..ਮੇਰਾ ਮਾਂ ਨੇ ਖ਼ਤ 'ਚ ਲਿਖਿਆ ਸੀ .."ਪੁੱਤ, ਤੇਰਾ... ਭੇਜਿਆ ਹੋਇਆ 500 ਰੁਪਏ ਦਾ ਮਨੀਆਡਰ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਮਿਲ ਗਿਅ ਹੈ..ਤੂੰ ਬਹੁਤ ਚੰਗਾ ਪੁੱਤ, ਪੈਸੇ ਭੇਜਣ 'ਚ ਕਦੇ ਵੀ ਲਾਪਰਵਾਹੀ ਨੀ ਕਰਦਾ..!!"" ....ਮੈਂ ਇਸੇ ਗੱਲ ਬਾਰੇ ਸੌਚ-ਸੌਚ ਕੇ ਬਾਰ-ਬਾਰ ਪਰਿਸ਼ਾਨ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਸੀ, ਕਿ ਆਖਰ ਮਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਮਨੀਆਡਰ ਕਿਸਨੇ ਭੇਜਿਆ ਹੋਵੇਗਾ..???.....ਫਿਰ ਕੁੱਝ ਦਿਨਾ ਬਾਅਦ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਇੱਕ ਹੋਰ ਖ਼ੱਤ ਮਿਲਿਆ...ਚੰਦ ਲਾਇਨਾ ਲਿਖਿਆਂ ਹੌਈਆਂ ਸੀ...ਟੇਢੀਆਂ-ਮੇਢੀਆਂ....ਬਹੁਤ ਮੁਸ਼੍ਕਿਲ ਨਾਲ ਪੜ ਸਕਿਆ...ਖ਼ੱਤ 'ਚ ਲਿਖਿਆ ਸੀ..."ਵੀਰ ਜੀ,150 ਰੁਪਏ ਤੁਹਾਡੇ, ਤੇ 350 ਰੁਪਏ ਮੇਰੀ ਤਰ੍ਫੋ,ਮਿਲਾ ਕਿ ਮੈ ਤੁਹਾਡੀ ਮਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਮਨੀਆਡਰ ਭੇਜ ਦਿੱਤਾ ਹੈ...ਤੁਸੀ ਫਿਕਰ ਨਾ ਕਰਿਓ...!!ਮਾਂ ਤਾ ਸਾਰਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਇੱਕੋ ਜਿਹੀ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਹੈ....ਫੇਰ ਤੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ਕਿਓਂ ਭੁਖੀ ਰਹੇ...???""" .......ਖ਼ੱਤ ਦੇ ਅੰਤ ਵਿੱਚ ਲਿਖਿਆ ਸੀ

"ਤੇਰਾ ਜੇਭ੍ਕਤਰਾ ਭਾਈ"

on: December 21, 2012, 10:06:55 AM 3 Lounge / Jail Pinjra / Birthdays / HaPPy BDaY RooPaL RanDHawa..

happy bday to my near n dear friend roopal.. http://punjabijanta.com/profile/Roopal
ajj kall thora busy ne apni life ch..
 hope god bless her,,
hassde wassde rahooo


 8-> 8-> 8-> 8-> 8-> 8-> 8->




ਨੌਹਣ ਲੱਗਿਆ ਸਣੇ ਬਨੈਣ ਪਾਣੀ ਚ ਵੜ ਜਾਨਾਂ

ਜਾਂ ਗਲ ਵਿੱਚ ਨਾਲਾ ਪਾਕੇ ਮੈਂ ਗਲੀ ਚ ਖੜ ਜਾਨਾਂ

 ਸੱਪ ਓਏ ਕਹਿ ਛਾਲ ਮਾਰ ਪੇਟੀ ਤੇ ਚੜ ਜਾਨਾਂ

ਇੱਕੋ ਖਬਰ ਖਬਾਰ ਚੋਂ ਕਈ ਵਾਰੀ ਪੜ ਜਾਨਾਂ

ਬੂਟ ਜਰਾਬਾਂ ਲਾਹ ਕੇ ਫਰਿੱਜ ਚ ਧਰ ਦਿੰਨੈਂ

ਟੈਟ ਹੋਕੇ ਤਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਪਤਾ ਨੀ ਕੀ ਕੀ ਕਰ ਦਿੰਨੈ

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ਪੈਗ ਲਾਕੇ ਫੇਰ ਕਲਾ ਜਾਗਦੀ

 ਪੱਗ ਬੰਨਣ ਦੀ

ਆਪਣਾ ਉੱਲੂ ਸਿੱਧਾ ਰੱਖਣਾ

ਗੱਲ ਨਾ ਮੰਨਣ ਦੀ

ਛੋਟੇ ਨੂੰ ਆਖੀ ਜਾਣਾ ਮੇਰ ਵੱਡਾ ਭਾਈ ਤੂੰ

ਉਲਾਂਭਾ ਦੇਣਾ ਕਿਸੇ ਕੁੜੀ ਨਾਲ ਗੱਲ ਕਰਾਈ ਤੂੰ

ਗੁੱਸੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਆ ਕਈ ਵਾਰੀ ਲੱਫੜ ਵੀ ਜੜ ਦਿੰਨੈਂ

ਟੈਟ ਹੋਕੇ ਤਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਪਤਾ ਨੀ ਕੀ ਕੀ ਕਰ ਦਿੰਨੈ

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 ਕਲਾਕਾਰ ਅੰਦਰਲਾ ਜਾਗੇ

ਲਲਕ ਫਿਰ ਊੱਠੇ ਗਾਉਣ ਦੀ

ਰਾਗ ਭੜਾਸ ਅੱਧੀ ਰਾਤੀਂ

ਗਵਾਂਢੀ ਜਗਾਉਣ ਦੀ

ਇੱਕ ਵਾਰੀ ਤਾਂ ਗਲੀ ਚੋਂ ਕੁੱਤਾ ਬੰਨ ਲਿਆਇਆ ਮੈਂ

ਡੇਢ ਘੰਟਾ ਕੋਲ ਬਿਠਾ ਕੇ ਮਿਰਜ਼ਾ ਸੁਣਾਇਆ ਮੈਂ

ਜਾਂ ਅੜੇ ਗਰਾਰੀ ਲਿਖਣੇ ਦੀ

ਲਿਖ ਲਿਖ ਡੈਰੀ ਭਰ ਦਿੰਨੈਂ

ਟੈਟ ਹੋਕੇ ਤਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਪਤਾ ਨੀ ਕੀ ਕੀ ਕਰ ਦਿੰਨੈ

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ਬੈਲੈੰਸ ਤੜਕੇ ਦੇਖ ਮੁੱਕਿਆ

ਫੇਰ ਪਛਤਾਉਣਾ ਮੈਂ

ਨਾਲ ਦੀ ਜੰਤਾ ਨੂੰ

ਬੜੇ ਫੋਨ ਘਮਾਉਣਾ ਮੈਂ

ਕੇਰਾਂ ਖਾਧੀ ਪੀਤੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਢੋਲ ਲਿਆਇਆ ਮੈਂ

ਸਾਢੇ ਸੱਤ ਆਲੀਆਂ ਖਬਰਾਂ ਤੇ ਬੜਾ ਵਜਾਇਆ ਮੈਂ

ਨਾਲੇ ਪਾਈਆਂ ਲੁੱਡੀਆਂ ਛੇੜੇ ਰਾਗ ਗਰਾਟ ਜੀ

ਮੈਂ ਨੀ ਹੰਭਿਆ ਹਾਰ ਕੇ ਵਿਚਾਰਾ ਢੋਲ ਗਿਆ ਪਾਟ ਜੀ

ਹੱਥ ਦੇਖਣ ਆਏ ਡਾਂਗ ਬਾਬੇ ਦੇ

 ਮੌਰਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਧਰ ਦਿੰਨੈਂ

ਟੈਟ ਹੋਕੇ ਤਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਪਤਾ ਨੀ ਕੀ ਕੀ ਕਰ ਦਿੰਨੈ

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ਚਾਰ ਪੰਜ ਕੇਰਾਂ ਪੈਗ ਸ਼ੈਗ ਲਾ

 ਮੋਟਰ ਤੋਂ ਉੱਠੇ ਸੀ

ਪਿੰਡ ਆਕੇ ਸਾਰੇ ਪਿੰਡ ਦੇ ਕੁੱਤੇ ਕੁੱਟੇ ਸੀ

ਬੌਹੜੀ ਲੋਕੋ ਪਿੰਡ ਆਲੇ ਕਹਿੰਦੇ ਆਗੇ ਕਮਲੇ ਜੇ

ਕੱਢਣ ਲੱਗਿਆਂ ਟਰਾਲੀ ਠੋਕੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਥਮਲੇ ਦੇ

  :D: :D: :D: :D: :D:
 ਚੋਰ ਚੋਰ ਕੇਰਾਂ ਪਾਤਾ ਰੌਲਾ ਠੀਕਰੀ ਪਹਿਰੇ ਚ

ਨਾਲੇ ਨੱਚੀ ਜਾਂਵਾਂ ਪਿੰਡ ਵਿਚਾਲੇ ਕੱਲੇ ਕਛੈਹਰੇ ਚ

ਲੋਰ ਚ ਇੱਕ ਦੂਜੇ ਨੂੰ ਕਹਿਣਾ ਰਹੋ ਚੌਕੰਨੇ ਓਏ

ਮਾਰ ਕੇ ਰੋੜੇ ਮੋੜਾਂ ਦੇ ਬੜੇ ਬੱਲਭ ਭੰਨੇ ਓਏ

ਮਾੜਾ ਟੈਮ ਸੀ ਕੇਰਾਂ ਖੇਤ ਮੈਂ ਤੇ ਜੀਤਾ ਸੀ

ਇੱਕ ਅੰਬ ਦੀ ਫਾੜੀ ਨਾਲ ਅਧੀਆ ਖਾਲੀ ਕੀਤਾ ਸੀ

ਕਦੇ ਤੁਤਲਾ ਬੋਲਣ ਲੱਗਜੇ ਕਰੇ ਕੁਰਲੀਆਂ ਜੀ

 ਨੈਣਵਾਲੀਏ ਨੂੰ ਪੈਗ ਲਵਾਕੇ ਸੁਣੋ ਸ਼ੁਰਲੀਆਂ ਜੀ

ਮਾਰ ਮਾਰ ਕੇ ਯੱਕੜ ਕਰ ਦਿਮਾਗ ਮੈਂ ਤਰ ਦਿੰਨੈਂ

ਟੈਟ ਹੋਕੇ ਤਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਪਤਾ ਨੀ ਕੀ ਕੀ ਕਰ ਦਿੰਨੈ

ਟੈਟ ਹੋਕੇ ਤਾਂ ਮੈਂ ਪਤਾ ਨੀ ਕੀ ਕੀ ਕਰ ਦਿੰਨੈ -      ਨੈਣੈਵਾਲੀਆ
Ek vaar Chota jeha Bacha apne Gareeb jehe
Daddy nal Mela dekhn gea.. Mele vich
bacha har ek cheej Laina choundha c.. Ohs
Bache ne apne Daddy nu keha,''daddy,. Oh
dekho kini Sohni car hai, menu oh lai
deo''ohde daddy kol paise nahi c.. Fir v oh
bche di ungil Farh k turi gea.. Bache ne hor
v bahut kuj manghea.. Par Ohde Daddy ne
ohnu kuj v na lai k dita... Bche nu apne peo
te bahut Gussa c..
Suddenly, bache di ungil shut gai.. Bacha
Gawaach Gea.., oh ek dukaan laghe khra
ho k Ron lag pea.., ek aadmi ne ohnu chup
kroun lai Toys lai k dite.. Par oh bache ne
keha ki menu sirf apna daddy chaidha hai..
Dekh lwo kina fark hai.. Pheln ohi bacha
Har toy lai laina choundha c te apne daddy
te Gussa kar reha c.. Par Baad ch ohi
munda kuj v nahi laina choundha c.. Sirf
apne Daddy nu labh reha c..
Is Story da asli theme eh hai ki Asi Saare
insaan.. Apne daddy matlb ki Rab di ungil
farh k eh dunia da mela dekhn aaye haan..
Sanu ajey apne Daddy (Rab) di kadar nahi..
Sada dhyaan ajey sirf dunia dia Cheeja te
hai., pta te ohs Din laghna jis Din Rab ne
ungil Shad diti.. Fir sanu v dunia di Koi
cheej ni chnghi lgni te asi sirf apne peo..
Apne Rab nu labhna...

:okk: :okk: :okk: :okk: :okk: :okk: :okk: :okk: :okk:

ਮਾਂ ਧਰਤੀਏ ਤੇਰੀਗੋਦ ਨੂੰ ਚੰਨ ਹੋਰ ਬਥੇਰੇ
ਤੂੰ ਮਘਦਾ ਰਹੀਂ ਵੇ ਸੂਰਜਾ ਕੰਮੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਹੜੇ
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਤੰਗ ਨਾ ਸਮਝਣ ਤੰਗੀਆਂ ਨੂੰ
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਮਿਲਣ ਅੰਗੂਠੇ ਸੰਘੀਆਂ ਨੂੰ
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਵਾਲ ਤਰਸਦੇ ਕੰਘੀਆਂ ਨੂੰ
ਨੱਕ ਵਗਦੇ,ਅੱਖਾਂਚੁੰਨ੍ਹੀਆਂ ਤੇ ਦੰਦ ਕਰੇੜੇ,
ਤੂੰ ਮਘਦਾ ਰਹੀਂ ਵੇ ਸੂਰਜਾ ਕੰਮੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਹੜੇ
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਰੂਹ ਬਣਗੀਇੱਕ ਹਾਵਾ ਹੈ
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਇੱਕ ਪਛਤਾਵਾ ਹੈ
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਕੈਦ ਅਣਖ਼ਦਾ ਲਾਵਾ ਹੈ
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਅਕਲ ਮਸੋਸੀ ਮੁੜ ਪਈ ਖਾ ਰੋਜ਼ ਥਪੇੜੇ
ਤੂੰ ਮਘਦਾ ਰਹੀਂ ਵੇ ਸੂਰਜਾ ਕੰਮੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਹੜੇ...
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਲੋਕ ਬੜੇ ਮਜ਼ਬੂਰ ਜਿਹੇ
ਦਿੱਲੀ ਦੇ ਦਿਲ ਤੋਂ ਦੂਰ ਜਿਹੇ
ਤੇ ਭੁੱਖਾਂ ਵਿੱਚਮਸ਼ਹੂਰ ਜਿਹੇ
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਮਰ ਕੇ ਚਾਂਭਲ ਜਾਂਵਦੇ ਹਨ ਭੂਤ ਜਠੇਰੇ
ਤੂੰ ਮਘਦਾ ਰਹੀਂ ਵੇ ਸੂਰਜਾ ਕੰਮੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਹੜੇ...
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਬੰਦਾ ਜੰਮਦਾ ਸੀਰੀ ਹੈ
ਟਕਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਮੀਰੀ ਪੀਰੀ ਹੈ
ਜਿੱਥੇ ਕਰਜ਼ੇ ਹੇਠਪੰਜੀਰੀ ਹੈ
ਬਾਪੂ ਦੇ ਕਰਜ਼ ਦਾ ਸੂਦ ਨੇ ਪੁੱਤ ਜੰਮਦੇ ਜਿਹੜੇ
ਤੂੰ ਮਘਦਾ ਰਹੀਂ ਵੇ ਸੂਰਜਾ ਕੰਮੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਹੜੇ.
ਜਦੋਂ,
ਮਨੁੱਖਤਾ ਸੁੰਗੜ ਕੇ
ਜਾਲਮ ਦੇ ਜੇਬ 'ਚ
ਪੈ ਜਾਵੇ,
ਰਾਤੋਂ-ਰਾਤ
ਧਰਤੀ ਦੀ ਨੰਗੀ ਹਿੱਕ ਤੇ
ਬਗਾਵਤ ਦੇ ਨਹੁੰ
ਉੱਗ ਆਉਣ
ਜਦੋਂ,
ਅੰਬਰਾਂ ਦਾ ਕਾਲਜਾ
ਪਾਟ ਕੇ,
ਲੀਰੋ-ਲੀਰ ਹੋਵੇ
ਤੇ,
ਤਾਰਿਆਂ ਤੇ
ਸੁਕਣੇ ਪਾਏ ਹਉਕੇ
ਭੁੰਜੇ ਡਿੱਗ ਪੈਣ
ਉਦੋਂ,
ਕਿਸੇ ਅਣਜੰਮੇ ਬਾਗੀ ਦੀ
ਮਾਂ
ਜੰਮਣ ਪੀੜਾਂ
ਸਹਿ ਰਹੀ ਹੁੰਦੀ ਹੈ।

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ਮਾਂ ਖੁਸ਼ ਸੀ ਬਹੁਤ ਹੋਈ ..
ਜੱਦ ਦਾਤੇ ਪੁੱਤ ਦੀ ਦਾਤ ਦਿੱਤੀ ਸੀ...
ਕੋਣ ਜਾਣਦਾ ਸੀ ਪੁੱਤ ਕਿਹੜੇ ਰੰਗ ਵਿਖਾਉ..
ਮਾਂ ਨੇ ਤਾਂ ਪੀੜਾ ਜ਼ਰ ਕੇ ਜਨਮ ਦਿੱਤਾ ਸੀ..

ਮਾਂ ਤਾਂ ਉਦੋ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਸੀ...
ਜਦੋ ਧੀ ਜੰਮਣ ਦਾ ਡਰ ਦਿਲ ਚ ਸੀ..
ਤੇ
ਮਾਂ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਏ...
ਜੱਦ ਪੁੱਤ ਦੇ ਮੌਹ ਨੂੰ ਧੀ ਮਾਰੀ ਸੀ..।।

ਮਾਂ ਉਦੋ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਸੀ...
ਜਦੋ ਪੁੱਤ ਰੋਟੀ ਨਹੀ ਸੀ ਖਾਂਦਾ..
ਤੇ
ਮਾਂ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਏ...
ਜੱਦ ਪੁੱਤ ਰੋਟੀ ਵੀ ਨਹੀ ਖਵਾਉਦਾਂ..।।

ਮਾਂ ਉਦੋ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਸੀ...
ਜਦੋ ਪੁੱਤ ਬੀਮਾਰ ਸੀ ਹੋ ਜਾਦਾਂ...
ਤੇ
ਮਾਂ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਏ...
ਜੱਦ ਪੁੱਤ ਹਾਲ ਵੀ ਪੁੱਛਣ ਨਹੀ ਆਉਦਾਂ..।।

ਮਾਂ ਉਦੋ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਸੀ...
ਜਦੋ ਸੁਪਨਾ ਪੁੱਤ ਦਾ ਸੀ ਟੁਟ ਜਾਦਾਂ...
ਤੇ
ਮਾਂ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਏ...
ਜੱਦ ਪੁੱਤ ਸੁੱਪਨੇ ਚ' ਵੀ ਮਾਂ ਵੇਖ ਨਹੀ ਸਿਖਾਉਦਾਂ..।।

ਮਾਂ ਉਦੋ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਸੀ...
ਜਦੋ ਪੁੱਤ ਘਰ ਜੱਲਦੀ ਨਹੀ ਸੀ ਆਉਦਾਂ..
ਤੇ
ਮਾਂ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਏ...
ਜੱਦ ਪੁੱਤ ਘਰ ਰੱਖ ਕੇ ਵੀ ਆਪਣਾ ਨਹੀ ਕਹਾਉਦਾ..।।

ਮਾਂ ਉਦੋ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਸੀ...
ਜਦੋ ਪੁੱਤ ਦਾ ਬੌਝਾ ਸੀ ਖਾਲੀ ਹੋ ਜਾਦਾਂ..
ਤੇ
ਮਾਂ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਏ...
ਜੱਦ ਕੁੱਝ ਮੰਗਣ ਤੇ ਪੁੱਤ ਦਾ ਮੂੰਹ ਵਿੰਗਾ ਹੋ ਜਾਦਾਂ..।।

ਮਾਂ...
ਮਾਂ...ਉਦੋ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਸੀ...
ਜਦੋ ਬੈਗਾਨਾ ਕੋਈ ਪੁੱਤ ਨੂੰ ਮਾੜਾ ਸੀ ਕਹਿ ਜਾਦਾਂ..
ਤੇ
ਮਾਂ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਰੌਦੀਂ ਏ...
ਜੱਦ ਬੈਗਾਨਿਆਂ ਮੌਹਰੇ ਪੁੱਤ ਜੁੱਤੀ ਲੈਕੇ ਪੈ ਜਾਦਾਂ..।।
 

on: October 03, 2012, 11:18:03 AM 9 Fun Shun Junction / Shayari / ਦਸਤੂਰ

ਮੁਢ ਤੋ‌ ਹੀ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦਾ ਇਹ ਦਸਤੂਰ ਵੇਖਿਆ ਏ
ਜੋ ਦਿਲ ਦੇ ਨੇੜੇ ਉਹ ਅੱਖੀਆਂ ਤੋਂ ਦੂਰ ਵੇਖਿਆ ਏ

ਜਿਸ ਚਾਨਣ ਦੀ ਖਾਤਰ ਮੈਂ ਛਾਣੀਆਂ ਚਾਰ ਦਿਸ਼ਾਵਾਂ
ਉਹਦੇ ਚਿਹਰੇ ਤੇ ਅੱਜ ਮੈਂ ਉਹ ਨੂਰ ਵੇਖਿਆ ਏ

ਸੰਗਦਾ ਸੀ ਜੋ ਬੋਲਣ ਲੱਗੇ ਸ਼ੀਸ਼ੇ ਮੂਹਰੇ ਵੀ
ਮਹਿਫਿਲ ਵਿੱਚ ਉਹ ਸਖਸ਼ ਅੱਜ ਮਸ਼ਹੂਰ ਵੇਖਿਆ ਏ

ਬੱਚਦਾ ਨਹੀ ਸੀ ਜੇ ਕਿਧਰੇ ਮੈਂ ਵੀ ਕਰ ਲੈਦਾ
ਮਿੱਟੀ ਹੋ ਗਏ ਇਸ਼ਕ ਦਾ ਜਿਨਾਂ ਸਰੂਰ ਵੇਖਿਆ ਏ

ਮੇਰੇ ਲਈ ਬੱਸ ਉਹ ਪਰ ਉਹਦੇ ਲਈ ਕਈ "Sandhu"
ਉਹਦੇ ਨੇਣਾਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਅੱਜ ਇਹ ਗਰੂਰ ਵੇਖਿਆ ਏ
ਇੱਕ ਕਾਂ ਤੇ ਚਿੜੀ ਦੀ ਦੋਸਤੀ ਸੀ , ਉਨਾਂ ਸੋਚਿਆ ਚਲੋ ਸਾਂਝਾ ਕਾਰੋਬਾਰ ਕਰਦੇ ਹਾਂ , ਉਨਾਂ ਸਾਂਝੀ ਖੇਤੀ ਕਰ ਲਈ , ਦੋਨਾਂ ਨੇ ਮਿਲ ਕੇ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਬੀਜਣ ਦੀ ਸਲਾਹ ਬਣਾਈ , ਚਿੜੀ ਕਹਿੰਦੀ ਚੱਲ ਕਾਵਾਂ ਆਪਾਂ ਖੇਤ ਵਾਹੁਣ ਚੱਲੀਏ , ਕਾਂ ਕੰਮਚੋਰ ਤੇ ਬੇਈਮਾਨ ਸੀ ਬੋਲਿਆ ," ਤੂੰ ਚੱਲ ਚਿੜੀਏ ਮੈਂ ਆਇਆ , ਸੋਨੇ ਦੀ ਚੁੰਝ ਮੜਾ ਕੇ , ਪੈਰੀਂ ਮੌਜੇ ਪਾ ਕੇ , ਠੁੰਮ ਠੁੰਮ ਕਰਦਾ ਆਇਆ " , ਚਿੜੀ ਵਿਚਾਰੀ ਨੇ 'ਕੱਲੀ ਨੇ ਹੀ ਖੇਤ ਵਾਹ ਲਿਆ , ਕਾਂ ਨੇ ਭਾਈ ਕਾਹਦਾ ਆਉਣਾ ਸੀ , ਉਹ ਤਾਂ ਸੀ ਹੀ ਬੇਈਮਾਨ , ਫੇਰ ਚਿੜੀ
ਕਹਿੰਦੀ ਚੱਲ ਕਾਵਾਂ ਹੁਣ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਬੀਜ ਆਈਏ , ਕਾਂ ਫੇਰ ਬੋਲਿਆ , " ਤੂੰ ਚੱਲ ਚਿੜੀਏ ਮੈਂ ਆਇਆ , ਸੋਨੇ ਦੀ ਚੁੰਝ ਮੜਾ ਕੇ , ਪੈਰੀਂ ਮੌਜੇ ਪਾ ਕੇ , ਠੁੰਮ ਠੁੰਮ ਕਰਦਾ ਆਇਆ " , ਚਿੜੀ ਵਿਚਾਰੀ 'ਕੱਲੀ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਬੀਜ ਆਈ , ਫੇਰ ਇੱਕ ਦਿਨ ਚਿੜੀ ਕਹਿੰਦੀ ਚੱਲ ਕਾਂਵਾਂ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਗੁੱਡ ਆਈਏ , ਤਾਂ ਕਾਂ ਫੇਰ ਕਹਿਣ ਲੱਗਾ , " ਤੂੰ ਚੱਲ ਚਿੜੀਏ ਮੈਂ ਆਇਆ , ਸੋਨੇ ਦੀ ਚੁੰਝ ਮੜਾ ਕੇ , ਪੈਰੀਂ ਮੌਜੇ ਪਾ ਕੇ , ਠੁੰਮ ਠੁੰਮ ਕਰਦਾ ਆਇਆ " ਚਿੜੀ ਵਿਚਾਰੀ 'ਕੱਲੀ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਗੁੱਡ ਆਈ , ਫੇਰ ਚਿੜੀ ਕਹਿੰਦੀ ਚੱਲ ਕਾਵਾਂ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਵੱਢਣ ਚੱਲੀਏ ਤਾਂ ਕਾਂ ਨੇ ਉਹੀ ਪੁਰਾਣੇ ਬੋਲ ਫੇਰ ਦੁਹਰਾ ਦਿੱਤੇ " ਤੂੰ ਚੱਲ ਚਿੜੀਏ ਮੈਂ ਆਇਆ , ਸੋਨੇ ਦੀ ਚੁੰਝ ਮੜਾ ਕੇ , ਪੈਰੀਂ ਮੌਜੇ ਪਾ ਕੇ , ਠੁੰਮ ਠੁੰਮ ਕਰਦਾ ਆਇਆ " ਚਿੜੀ ਨੇ ਫੇਰ 'ਕੱਲੀ ਨੇ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਵੱਢ ਲਿਆ , ਕੱਢ ਲਿਆ ਤੇ ਕਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਕਿਹਾ ਆ ਕਾਵਾਂ ਆਪਾਂ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਵੰਡ ਲਈਏ , ਹੁਣ ਕਾਂ ਭੱਜ ਕੇ ਮੂਹਰੇ ਮੂਹਰੇ ਗਿਆ ਤੇ ਚਲਾਕੀ ਨਾਲ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਆਪ ਰੱਖ ਲਿਆ ਤੇ ਤੂਤੜਾ ਤੂਤੜਾ ਚਿੜੀ ਦੇ ਹਵਾਲੇ ਕਰ ਦਿੱਤਾ , ਚਿੜੀ ਵਿਚਾਰੀ ਇਸ ਧੋਖੇ ਤੋਂ ਦੁੱਖੀ ਹੋ ਗਈ ਪਰ ਕੁੱਝ ਬੋਲ ਨਾ ਸਕੀ , ਐਨੇਂ ਨੂੰ ਭਾਈ ਰੱਬ ਦੀ ਐਸੀ ਕਰਨੀ ਹੋਈ ਕਿ ਬਹੁਤ ਜ਼ੋਰ ਦੀ ਮੀਂਹ ਆ ਗਿਆ , ਚਿੜੀ ਤਾਂ ਤੂਤੜੇ 'ਚ ਲੁੱਕ ਗਈ , ਉੱਤੋਂ ਗੜੇ ਪੈਣ ਲੱਗ ਪਏ , ਕਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਜਰੇ ਦੇ ਦਾਣਿਆਂ 'ਚ ਲੁੱਕਿਆ ਨਾ ਜਾਵੇ , ਵੱਜੇ ਗੜਾ ਕਾਂ ਤੇ ਸਿਰ 'ਚ , ਵੱਜੇ ਗੜਾ ਕਾਂ ਦੇ ਸਿਰ 'ਚ..ਤੇ ਕਾਂ ਭਾਈ ਮਰ ਗਿਆ..ਚਿੜੀ ਨੇ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਵੀ ਸਾਂਭ ਲਿਆ ਤੇ ਤੂਤੜਾ ਵੀ ਸਾਂਭ ਲਿਆ....ਇਹ ਬਾਤ ਮੈਂ ਮਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਅਨੇਕਾਂ ਵਾਰ ਸੁਣੀ ਸੀ ਬਚਪਨ ਵਿੱਚ.. ਮਾਂ ਦੇ ਸਮਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਸੱਚਾਈ ਹੋਵੇਗੀ ... ਮਾਂ ਹੁਣ ਕਾਂ ਬਾਜਰਾ ਵੀ ਲੈ ਲੈਂਦੇ ਨੇ ਤੇ ਤੂਤੜਾ ਵੀ... !   

on: September 26, 2012, 11:32:04 PM 11 Lounge / Jail Pinjra / Birthdays / HaPPy BDaY ♥(Reet Nav)♥

HaPPy Bday Nav Kure,,
May God Bless you,,,,
:superhappy: :superhappy: :superhappy: :superhappy: :superhappy: :superhappy: :superhappy: :superhappy: :superhappy:




ਕਿਸ ਕਿਸ ਦਿਸ਼ਾ ਤੋਂ ਸ਼ਾਮ ਨੂੰ ਆਵਾਜ਼ਾਂ ਆਉਂਦੀਆਂ
ਬੰਦੇ ਨੂੰ ਬਿਹਬਲ ਕਰਦੀਆਂ ਪਾਗ਼ਲ ਬਣਾਉਂਦੀਆਂ

ਫ਼ਾਨੂਸ ਨੇ,ਇਹ ਸ਼ਮ੍ਹਾ ਹੈ , ਅਹੁ ਜੋਤ ਹੈ,ਇਹ ਲਾਟ
ਤੇ ਦੂਰ ਕਿਧਰੇ ਮਾਵਾਂ ਨੇ ਦੀਵੇ ਜਗਾਉਂਦੀਆਂ

ਲੂਣਾ ਅਗਨ,ਸੁੰਦਰਾਂ ਨਦੀ ਤੇ ਧਰਤ ਇੱਛਰਾਂ
ਜੋਗੀ ਨੂੰ ਵਾਰ ਵਾਰ ਨੇ ਪੂਰਨ ਬਣਾਉਂਦੀਆਂ

ਦਰਬਾਰ ਏਧਰ ਯਾਰ ਓਧਰ ਜਾਨ ਅਹੁ ਈਮਾਨ
ਕਈ ਵਾਰ ਜਿੰਦਾਂ ਏਸ ਚੌਰਾਹੇ 'ਤੇ ਆਉਂਦੀਆਂ

ਬੇਚੈਨੀਆਂ,ਗ਼ਮਗੀਨੀਆਂ,ਸੋਚਾਂ ਦੀ ਕੈਦ 'ਚੋਂ
ਸ਼ਾਇਰ ਨੂੰ ਅੰਤ ਉਸਦੀਆਂ ਨਜ਼ਮਾਂ ਛੁਡਾਉਂਦੀਆਂ

ਪੱਤਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਪੈਰਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਨਾ ਜੇ ਪਾਜ਼ੇਬ ਪਾਉਂਦੀਆਂ
ਪਤਝੜ ਦਾ ਬੋਝ ਕਿਸ ਤਰ੍ਹਾਂ ਪੌਣਾਂ ਉਠਾਉਂਦੀਆਂ

ਹੁੰਦੇ ਨਾ ਪੱਤੇ ਰੁੱਖਾਂ ਦੇ ਜੇ ਕਰ ਸੁਰਾਂ ਜਿਹੇ
ਪੌਣਾਂ ਉਦਾਸ ਸਾਜ਼ ਫਿਰ ਕਿਹੜਾ ਵਜਾਉਂਦੀਆਂ

ਡੁਬਦਾ ਨਾ ਨੀਲੀ ਝੀਲ ਵਿਚ ਸੂਰਜ ਜੇ ਸੰਦਲੀ
ਤਾਂ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਮੇਰੇ ਸ਼ਰਬਤੀ ਸ਼ਾਮਾਂ ਨਾ ਆਉਂਦੀਆਂ |


Writer : Surjit Patar ( ਸੁਰਜੀਤ ਪਾਤਰ )
Book : Hanere wich sulgdi Varnmala ( ਹਨੇਰੇ ਵਿਚ ਸੁਲਗਦੀ ਵਰਣਮਾਲਾ )


Meaning of words:

ਬਿਹਬਲ ---> ਉਤਾਵਲਾ , ਬੇਚੈਨ
ਫ਼ਾਨੂਸ ---> ਸ਼ੀਸ਼ੇ ਦਾ ਫਾਂਚਾ ਜਿਸ 'ਚ ਮੋਮਬਤੀ ਜਗਾਉਂਦੇ ਹਨ
ਸੰਦਲੀ ---> ਸੰਦਲ ਰੰਗੀ               
         

on: August 15, 2012, 02:34:17 AM 13 Lounge / Jail Pinjra / Introductions / New Friends / 3 SaaL PJ te...!!!

ssa friends,,,
ajj ton 3 saal pehlln yani k ah ajaadi aale din main net te betha kuj search krri jnda c,,
pttta ni kiwn PJ site khulli nd main ethe apni id bnaaai,,
ajj 3 saal hogye n PJ mainu ik family waangu lgdi aa..
schi bht kuj judya aa PJ naal mera,,
m soo happyy k 3 saaal ch mainu etho bht kuj sikhan nu milya,,
bht saare friend mile,,
kuj vdiaa kuj bekaar,,
so i wana thnxx all my friensss,, jinna ne mainu enna pyaar dittaa,,
 :hug: :hug: :hug:
love u allllllll
sply kamal, silkpreet, param, pawan, mehak, Roop, sekhon, preeet, kirat, amrit, reet, sukh, gagan, noor, seerat, neha, channo ji, Bajwa, Japneet......
baaaki v jinne hege aa kuj de naam bhul gya hou sorry,, :)
 

on: July 17, 2012, 09:44:14 PM 14 Lounge / Jail Pinjra / Birthdays / HaPPy BDaY KaMaL (TaUR)

HaPPY BdaY KamLO
:hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug:





 :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug: :hug:

May God Bless U my dear,,,

kamal is my best buddy
كمال رفيق قصارى جهدي

卡邁勒是我最好的朋友
kamal est mon meilleur ami
Kamal is mijn beste maatje
कमल मेरी सबसे अच्छी दोस्त है
kamal é meu melhor amigo
Kamal és el meu millor amic
Kamal είναι καλύτερα φίλε μου
kamal adalah teman terbaik saya
کمال میرا سب سے اچھا دوست ہے

Kamal är min bästa kompis
Kamal az én legjobb barátom
Kamal je môj najlepší kamarát
Kamal se pi bon zanmi m '
Kamal เป็นเพื่อนที่ดีที่สุดของฉัน
ಕಮಲ್ ನನ್ನ ಅತ್ಯುತ್ತಮ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತ ಇದು
Kamal ni rafiki yangu bora
Камал мій кращий друг
Kamal είναι καλύτερα φίλε μου
kamal là bạn tốt nhất của tôi
כמאל הוא החבר הכי טוב שלי
Kamal ay ang aking pinakamahusay na buddy
Kamal ist mein bester Kumpel

 :whew: :whew: :whew: :whew: :whew: :whew: :whew: :whew: :whew: :whew: :whew:
  :rabb: :rabb: Plzz Covr Ur Heads Before Reading Gurbaani  :rabb: :rabb:


KABIOVACH BAINTI CHAUPAI PATSHAI 10TH - PRAYER COMPOSED BY SRI GURU GOBIND SINGH JI

    Chaupai || Chowpai


    hamri kro hath dai rchcha. pooran hoeh chit ki eichcha. tav charnan mun rehai hmara. apna jan kro pritipara. (1)
    Please guard us with Your Hands. All my heart's desires are fulfilled. My mind is focused on Your Feet. Sustain us as Your Own.(1)


    hamrai dust sabhai tum ghao. aapu hath dai moeh bachavo. sukhi basai moro privara. saivak sikh sbhai kartara. (2)
    Destroy all my enemies*1. With Your Hands protect me. In Bliss remains my household*2, service people and Sikhs all who serve the Creator (2)


    mo rchcha nij kar dai kriye. sabh bairn ko aij sunghriye. pooran hoeh hmari aasa. tor bhjan ki rehai piaasa. (3)
    Give me your personal protection. Restrain all my adversaries, Today. You’ve Fulfilled my Wishes. My Thirst for Your Worship grows(3).


    tumeh chadi koei avr na dhiyaoun jo bar chon so tum tai paoon. saivk sikh hmarai tariaeh chuni chuni strhmarai mariaeh. (4)
    Leaving You, may I never worship another. All my needs, I get from You. You save my Sikhs & Devotees. One-by-One you demolish my foe (4)


    aap hath dai mujhai obriyai. mrn kal ka tras nivriaye. hoojo sda hamaraipchcha. sri asidhuj joo kriyo rchcha. (5)
    With your Hand guard me. destroy my fear of death. Always side with me. With your Sword protect me. (5)


    rakh laiho mohe rakhanharai. sahib sant shaeh piyarai. deen bundhu dustan kai hunta. tum ho puri chtur dus kunta. (6)
    Save me, Dear Saviour. Beloved, Helper of Saints.O Merciful, Destroyer of tyrants. You are Lord of fourteen worlds (6)


    kal paeh brhma bup dhra. kal paeh siv joo avtra. kal paeh kr bisnu prkasa. skl kal ka kia tmasa. (7)
    Time came, Brahma was born, then Shiva was incarnated and then Visnu, Arose. It’s all Tricks of the Temporal Lord. (7)


    jvan kal jogi siv kio. baid raj brahma joo thio. jvn kal sabh lok svara. nmskar hai taeh hmara. (8)
    Temporal Lord created Yogi Shiva; Brahma, the Utterer of Vedas. Temporal Lord, fashioned the entire Universe. I salute Him alone. (8)


    jvan kal sabh jagat bnaio. dev daint jchchan oopjaio. adi aunti aikai avtara. soei guru smjhiayho hmara (9)
    Creator of Time made the Universe; the angels, demons and yakshas. Start & End only with Him. He alone is My Guru. (9)


    nmskar tis hi ko hamari. skal prja jin aap svari. sivkn ko siv gun sukh dio. sttrun ko pul mo bdh kio. (10)
    I bow only to Him. Creator of all entities & subjects. Gives all merits & tranquillity to His devotees. Destroys enemies at once. (10)


    ghat ghat kai antar ki jant. bhlai burai ki pir pachant. chiti tai kunchr asthoola. sabh par kirpa diristi kar phoola. (11)
    Intimate Knower of all our feelings. Recognises the anguish of all creatures, good or bad. From ant to elephant, He protects and cares for all.(11)


    suntun dukh paai tai dukhi sukh paai sadhun kai sukhi aik aik ki pir pchanain ghat ghat kai put put ki janai. (12)
    When His saints suffer He is pained, and feels happiness when they are happy. Each ones pain he recognises. Everyone’s, every feeling He Knows. (12)


    jub oodkrkh kra kartara. prja dhrt tab dai apara. jub aakrkh kart ho kabhoon. tum mai milat dai dhr sbhhoon (13)
    When the Creator, projected Himself, His creations appeared in physical forms. Whenever, Creation is dissolved, all physical forms merge back into Him. (13)


    jaitai bdan sirsti sbh dharai. aap aapni boojh oocharai. tum sabh hi tai reht niralm. jant baid bhaid ar aalm. (14)
    created numerous forms and bodies. They utter Him as they can think, what He is. You remain detached from them all. This distinction the wise ones and the religious books know. (14)


    nirankar niribkar nirmunbh. adi anil anadi asunbh. ta ka moorh oochrut bhida. ja ko bhiv na pavat baida. (15)
    Formless, Stainless and Self-reliant. Primal, Blemish-less, Endless and birth-less. Only a Fool can discuss your bound. Your Limits even the Vedas do not know. (15)


    ta ko kar pahn anumant maha moorh kcho bhaid na jant mahadaiv ko keht sda siv nirankar ka chint neh bhiv. (16)
    The fools consider Him a stone, for He does not know the Profound Mystery that is God. He calls Shiva, The Eternal Lord, and does not know the secret of the Formless Lord. (16)


    aap aapni budhi hai jaiti barnt bhinun bhinun taiti tumra lkha na jaeh psara keh bidhi prthm sunsara. (17)
    Every one according to his understanding, describes You differently. The limits of Your creation cannot be known, nor how in the beginning You created the Universes. (17)


    aikai roop anoop sroopa runk bhyo rav kehi bhoopa audj jairj saitj kini ootbhuj khani bhor rchi deeni (18)
    You are One, manifest in varied forms, as a poor man, rich manor, a king. You create being that are egg born, the sweat born, earth born and the foetus born. (18)


    kahoon phool raja hvai baitha kahoon simit bhio sunkr aikaitha sgri sirsti dikhaeh achunbhv adi jugadi sroop suyunbhv. (19)
    Sometime You are perceived sitting joyfully as a king, and some time in the form of contracting and dissolving Shiva. He shows His miraculous deeds to all His creation of the Universe. He, the Primal Power, born of Himself is since the beginning of beginning. (19)


    ab rchcha mairi tum kro sikh oobari asikh soghro dust jitai oothvat ootpata skal mlaich kro run ghata. (20)
    O Lord, now keep me under Your protection, encourage my followers to flourish [in intellect and wisdom] and destroy my enemies (negative thinking). All the evil doers who arise (in my mind), fight with them and destroy them there and then. (20)


    jai asidhuj tav sarni parai tin kai dusht dukhit hvai mrai purkh jvan pug parai tiharai tin kai tum sunkt sabh tarai. (21)
    O Mighty Lord of the Sword (Knowledge)+, whosoever seeks Your protection, his enemies (evil passions) suffer pain and are destroyed. The persons, who fall on Your Feet, You remove all their afflictions and maladies. (21)


    jo kal ko eik bar dhiaai hai ta kai kal nikti neh aai hai rchcha hoeh taeh sabh kala dust arist train tatkala. (22)
    Those who meditate even once (with complete devotion) on You, the Supreme Destroyer, the Death cannot come near them. They remain protected at all times. All their enemies and sorrows are removed instantaneously. (22)


    kirpa diristi tun jaeh nihriho. ta kai tap tnak mo herho. ridhdhi sidhdhi ghar mo sabh hoei. dust chah chvai skai na koei. (23)
    With your blessing & compassion, Bliss is obtained. All their Sins are removed. They are blessed with all the earthly and spiritual treasures, and no evil doer [deadly passions and sickly instinctual drives] can even touch their shadows. (23)


    aik bar jin tumai sunbhara. kal phas tai taeh oobara. jin nar nam tiharo kaha. darid dust dokh tai raha. (24)
    If once they remember You. You remove the noose of Death. Whosoever meditates on Your Name. They are spared Poverty, suffering and adversity. (24)


    kharag kait mai sarni tehari. aap hath dai laio oobari. sarb thor mo hohu sahaei. dust dokh tai laiho bchaei. (25)
    O The Lord of Sword, I seek Your protection. With Your Hands you have guarded me. At All Times be my Support. Save me from wickedness and pain. (25)


    kripaa kari ham par jagmaataa. granth karaa pooran subh raataa. kilbhik sakal deh ko karta. dust dokiyon ko che karta. (26)
    The Mother of the world has been kind towards me and I have completed the book this auspicious night. The Lord is the destroyer of all the sins of the body and all the malicious and wicked persons.(26).


    sri asidhuj jab bh-ay dayaalaa. pooran karaa granth tatkaalaa. man baanchhat phal paavai soee. dookh na tisai biaapat koee. (27)
    When the wielder of the sword (God) became kind, He immediately caused me to complete this book. He will obtain the fruit desired by the mind (who will read or listen to this book) and no suffering will occur to him. (27)

ਅੜਿੱਲ ॥

ARRIL

ਸੁਨੈ ਗੁੰਗ ਜੋ ਯਾਹਿ ਸੁ ਰਸਨਾ ਪਾਵਈ ॥ ਸੁਨੈ ਮੂੜ੍ਹ ਚਿਤ ਲਾਇ ਚਤੁਰਤਾ ਆਵਈ ॥

The dumb, who will listen to it, will be blessed with the tongue to speak; the fool, who will listen to it attentively, will get wisdom;

ਦੂਖ ਦਰਦ ਭੌ ਨਿਕਟ ਨ ਤਿਨ ਨਰ ਕੇ ਰਹੈ ॥ ਹੋ ਜੋ ਯਾਕੀ ਏਕ ਬਾਰ ਚੌਪਈ ਕੋ ਕਹੈ ॥੪੦੪॥

That person will be absolved of suffering, pain or fear, who will even once recite this Chaupai-prayer.404.

ਚੌਪਈ ॥

CHAUPAI

ਸੰਬਤ ਸੱਤ੍ਰਹ ਸਹਸ ਭਣਿੱਜੈ ॥ ਅਰਧ ਸਹਸ ਫੁਨਿ ਤੀਨਿ ਕਹਿੱਜੈ ॥

It was Bikrami Samvat 1753;

ਭਾਦ੍ਰਵ ਸੁਦੀ ਅਸ਼ਟਮੀ ਰਵਿ ਵਾਰਾ ॥ ਤੀਰ ਸਤੁੱਦ੍ਰਵ ਗ੍ਰੰਥ ਸੁਧਾਰਾ ॥੪੦੫॥

This book was competed on the banks of Sutlej on Sunday, the eighth Sudi of the month of Bhadon.

ਸ੍ਵੈਯਾ ॥

SWAYYA

ਪਾਂਇ ਗਹੇ ਜਬ ਤੇ ਤੁਮਰੇ ਤਬ ਤੇ ਕੋਊ ਆਂਖ ਤਰੇ ਨਹੀ ਆਨਯੋ ॥ ਰਾਮ ਰਹੀਮ ਪੁਰਾਨ ਕੁਰਾਨ ਅਨੇਕ ਕਹੈਂ ਮਤ ਏਕ ਨ ਮਾਨਯੋ ॥

O God ! the day when I caught hold of your feet, I do not bring anyone else under my sight; none other is liked by me now; the Puranas and the Quran try to know Thee by the names of Ram and Rahim and talk about you through several stories, but I do not accept any of their opinions;

ਸਿੰਮ੍ਰਿਤਿ ਸਾਸਤ੍ਰ ਬੇਦ ਸਭੈ ਬਹੁ ਭੇਦ ਕਹੈ ਹਮ ਏਕ ਨ ਜਾਨਯੋ ॥ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਅਸਿਪਾਨ ਕ੍ਰਿਪਾ ਤੁਮਰੀ ਕਰਿ ਮੈ ਨ ਕਹਯੋ ਸਭ ਤੋਹਿ ਬਖਾਨਯੋ ॥੮੬੩॥

The Simritis, Shastras and Vedas describe several mysteries of yours, but I do not agree with any of them. O sword-wielder God! This all has been described by Thy Grace, what power can I have to write all this?.863.

ਦੋਹਰਾ ॥

DOHRA

ਸਗਲ ਦੁਆਰ ਕਉ ਛਾਡਿ ਕੈ ਗਹਯੋ ਤੁਹਾਰੋ ਦੁਆਰ ॥ ਬਾਂਹਿ ਗਹੇ ਕੀ ਲਾਜ ਅਸਿ ਗੋਬਿੰਦ ਦਾਸ ਤੁਹਾਰ ॥੮੬੪॥

O Lord ! I have forsaken all other doors and have caught hold of only Thy door. O Lord ! Thou has caught hold of my arm; I, Govind, am Thy serf, kindly take (care of me and) protect my honour.864

    1 diseased passions, instincts, impulses, evil thoughts, etc.
    2 mind
    3 Intellect and varied other organs
   
plzzzz cover ur head before reading the Gurbani  :rabb: :rabb: :rabb: :rabb: :rabb:
Japji Sahib
One Universal Creator God. The Name Is Truth. Creative Being Personified. No Fear. No
Hatred. Image Of The Undying, Beyond Birth, Self-Existent. By Guru's Grace ~
Chant And Meditate:
True In The Primal Beginning. True Throughout The Ages.
True Here And Now. O Nanak, Forever And Ever True. ||1||
By thinking, He cannot be reduced to thought, even by thinking hundreds of thousands of
times.
By remaining silent, inner silence is not obtained, even by remaining lovingly absorbed
deep within.
The hunger of the hungry is not appeased, even by piling up loads of worldly goods.
Hundreds of thousands of clever tricks, but not even one of them will go along with you in
the end.
So how can you become truthful? And how can the veil of illusion be torn away?
O Nanak, it is written that you shall obey the Hukam of His Command, and walk in the Way
of His Will. ||1||
By His Command, bodies are created; His Command cannot be described.
By His Command, souls come into being; by His Command, glory and greatness are
obtained.
By His Command, some are high and some are low; by His Written Command, pain and
pleasure are obtained.
Some, by His Command, are blessed and forgiven; others, by His Command, wander
aimlessly forever.
Everyone is subject to His Command; no one is beyond His Command.
O Nanak, one who understands His Command, does not speak in ego. ||2||
Some sing of His Power-who has that Power?
Some sing of His Gifts, and know His Sign and Insignia.
Some sing of His Glorious Virtues, Greatness and Beauty.
Some sing of knowledge obtained of Him, through difficult philosophical studies.
Some sing that He fashions the body, and then again reduces it to dust.
Some sing that He takes life away, and then again restores it.
Some sing that He seems so very far away.
Some sing that He watches over us, face to face, ever-present.
There is no shortage of those who preach and teach.
Millions upon millions offer millions of sermons and stories.
The Great Giver keeps on giving, while those who receive grow weary of receiving.
Throughout the ages, consumers consume.
The Commander, by His Command, leads us to walk on the Path.
O Nanak, He blossoms forth, Carefree and Untroubled. ||3||
True is the Master, True is His Name-speak it with infinite love.
People beg and pray, "Give to us, give to us", and the Great Giver gives His Gifts.
So what offering can we place before Him, by which we might see the Darbaar of His
Court?
What words can we speak to evoke His Love?
In the Amrit Vaylaa, the ambrosial hours before dawn, chant the True Name, and
contemplate His Glorious Greatness.
By the karma of past actions, the robe of this physical body is obtained. By His Grace, the
Gate of Liberation is found.
O Nanak, know this well: the True One Himself is All. ||4||
He cannot be established, He cannot be created.
He Himself is Immaculate and Pure.
Those who serve Him are honored.
O Nanak, sing of the Lord, the Treasure of Excellence.
Sing, and listen, and let your mind be filled with love.
Your pain shall be sent far away, and peace shall come to your home.
The Guru's Word is the Sound-current of the Naad; the Guru's Word is the Wisdom of the
Vedas; the Guru's Word is all-pervading.
The Guru is Shiva, the Guru is Vishnu and Brahma; the Guru is Paarvati and Lakhshmi.
Even knowing God, I cannot describe Him; He cannot be described in words.
The Guru has given me this one understanding:
there is only the One, the Giver of all souls. May I never forget Him! ||5||
If I am pleasing to Him, then that is my pilgrimage and cleansing bath. Without pleasing
Him, what good are ritual cleansings?
I gaze upon all the created beings: without the karma of good actions, what are they given
to receive?
Within the mind are gems, jewels and rubies, if you listen to the Guru's Teachings, even
once.
The Guru has given me this one understanding:
there is only the One, the Giver of all souls. May I never forget Him! ||6||
Even if you could live throughout the four ages, or even ten times more,
and even if you were known throughout the nine continents and followed by all,
with a good name and reputation, with praise and fame throughout the worldstill,
if the Lord does not bless you with His Glance of Grace, then who cares? What is the
use?
Among worms, you would be considered a lowly worm, and even contemptible sinners
would hold you in contempt.
O Nanak, God blesses the unworthy with virtue, and bestows virtue on the virtuous.
No one can even imagine anyone who can bestow virtue upon Him. ||7||
Listening-the Siddhas, the spiritual teachers, the heroic warriors, the yogic masters.
Listening-the earth, its support and the Akaashic ethers.
Listening-the oceans, the lands of the world and the nether regions of the underworld.
Listening-Death cannot even touch you.
O Nanak, the devotees are forever in bliss.
Listening-pain and sin are erased. ||8||
Listening-Shiva, Brahma and Indra.
Listening-even foul-mouthed people praise Him.
Listening-the technology of Yoga and the secrets of the body.
Listening-the Shaastras, the Simritees and the Vedas.
O Nanak, the devotees are forever in bliss.
Listening-pain and sin are erased. ||9||
Listening-truth, contentment and spiritual wisdom.
Listening-take your cleansing bath at the sixty-eight places of pilgrimage.
Listening-reading and reciting, honor is obtained.
Listening-intuitively grasp the essence of meditation.
O Nanak, the devotees are forever in bliss.
Listening-pain and sin are erased. ||10||
Listening-dive deep into the ocean of virtue.
Listening-the Shaykhs, religious scholars, spiritual teachers and emperors.
Listening-even the blind find the Path.
Listening-the Unreachable comes within your grasp.
O Nanak, the devotees are forever in bliss.
Listening-pain and sin are erased. ||11||
The state of the faithful cannot be described.
One who tries to describe this shall regret the attempt.
No paper, no pen, no scribe
can record the state of the faithful.
Such is the Name of the Immaculate Lord.
Only one who has faith comes to know such a state of mind. ||12||
The faithful have intuitive awareness and intelligence.
The faithful know about all worlds and realms.
The faithful shall never be struck across the face.
The faithful do not have to go with the Messenger of Death.
Such is the Name of the Immaculate Lord.
Only one who has faith comes to know such a state of mind. ||13||
The path of the faithful shall never be blocked.
The faithful shall depart with honor and fame.
The faithful do not follow empty religious rituals.
The faithful are firmly bound to the Dharma.
Such is the Name of the Immaculate Lord.
Only one who has faith comes to know such a state of mind. ||14||
The faithful find the Door of Liberation.
The faithful uplift and redeem their family and relations.
The faithful are saved, and carried across with the Sikhs of the Guru.
The faithful, O Nanak, do not wander around begging.
Such is the Name of the Immaculate Lord.
Only one who has faith comes to know such a state of mind. ||15||
The chosen ones, the self-elect, are accepted and approved.
The chosen ones are honored in the Court of the Lord.
The chosen ones look beautiful in the courts of kings.
The chosen ones meditate single-mindedly on the Guru.
No matter how much anyone tries to explain and describe them,
the actions of the Creator cannot be counted.
The mythical bull is Dharma, the son of compassion;
this is what patiently holds the earth in its place.
One who understands this becomes truthful.
What a great load there is on the bull!
So many worlds beyond this world-so very many!
What power holds them, and supports their weight?
The names and the colors of the assorted species of beings
were all inscribed by the Ever-flowing Pen of God.
Who knows how to write this account?
Just imagine what a huge scroll it would take!
What power! What fascinating beauty!
And what gifts! Who can know their extent?
You created the vast expanse of the Universe with One Word!
Hundreds of thousands of rivers began to flow.
How can Your Creative Potency be described?
I cannot even once be a sacrifice to You.
Whatever pleases You is the only good done,
You, Eternal and Formless One! ||16||
Countless meditations, countless loves.
Countless worship services, countless austere disciplines.
Countless scriptures, and ritual recitations of the Vedas.
Countless Yogis, whose minds remain detached from the world.
Countless devotees contemplate the Wisdom and Virtues of the Lord.
Countless the holy, countless the givers.
Countless heroic spiritual warriors, who bear the brunt of the attack in battle (who with
their mouths eat steel).
Countless silent sages, vibrating the String of His Love.
How can Your Creative Potency be described?
I cannot even once be a sacrifice to You.
Whatever pleases You is the only good done,
You, Eternal and Formless One. ||17||
Countless fools, blinded by ignorance.
Countless thieves and embezzlers.
Countless impose their will by force.
Countless cut-throats and ruthless killers.
Countless sinners who keep on sinning.
Countless liars, wandering lost in their lies.
Countless wretches, eating filth as their ration.
Countless slanderers, carrying the weight of their stupid mistakes on their heads.
Nanak describes the state of the lowly.
I cannot even once be a sacrifice to You.
Whatever pleases You is the only good done,
You, Eternal and Formless One. ||18||
Countless names, countless places.
Inaccessible, unapproachable, countless celestial realms.
Even to call them countless is to carry the weight on your head.
From the Word, comes the Naam; from the Word, comes Your Praise.
From the Word, comes spiritual wisdom, singing the Songs of Your Glory.
From the Word, come the written and spoken words and hymns.
From the Word, comes destiny, written on one's forehead.
But the One who wrote these Words of Destiny-no words are written on His Forehead.
As He ordains, so do we receive.
The created universe is the manifestation of Your Name.
Without Your Name, there is no place at all.
How can I describe Your Creative Power?
I cannot even once be a sacrifice to You.
Whatever pleases You is the only good done,
You, Eternal and Formless One. ||19||
When the hands and the feet and the body are dirty,
water can wash away the dirt.
When the clothes are soiled and stained by urine,
soap can wash them clean.
But when the intellect is stained and polluted by sin,
it can only be cleansed by the Love of the Name.
Virtue and vice do not come by mere words;
actions repeated, over and over again, are engraved on the soul.
You shall harvest what you plant.
O Nanak, by the Hukam of God's Command, we come and go in reincarnation. ||20||
Pilgrimages, austere discipline, compassion and charity
-these, by themselves, bring only an iota of merit.
Listening and believing with love and humility in your mind,
cleanse yourself with the Name, at the sacred shrine deep within.
All virtues are Yours, Lord, I have none at all.
Without virtue, there is no devotional worship.
I bow to the Lord of the World, to His Word, to Brahma the Creator.
He is Beautiful, True and Eternally Joyful.
What was that time, and what was that moment? What was that day, and what was that
date?
What was that season, and what was that month, when the Universe was created?
The Pandits, the religious scholars, cannot find that time, even if it is written in the
Puraanas.
That time is not known to the Qazis, who study the Koran.
The day and the date are not known to the Yogis, nor is the month or the season.
The Creator who created this creation-only He Himself knows.
How can we speak of Him? How can we praise Him? How can we describe Him? How can
we know Him?
O Nanak, everyone speaks of Him, each one wiser than the rest.
Great is the Master, Great is His Name. Whatever happens is according to His Will.
O Nanak, one who claims to know everything shall not be decorated in the world hereafter.
||21||
There are nether worlds beneath nether worlds, and hundreds of thousands of heavenly
worlds above.
The Vedas say that you can search and search for them all, until you grow weary.
The scriptures say that there are 18,000 worlds, but in reality, there is only One Universe.
If you try to write an account of this, you will surely finish yourself before you finish writing
it.
O Nanak, call Him Great! He Himself knows Himself. ||22||
The praisers praise the Lord, but they do not obtain intuitive understanding
-the streams and rivers flowing into the ocean do not know its vastness.
Even kings and emperors, with mountains of property and oceans of wealth
-these are not even equal to an ant, who does not forget God. ||23||
Endless are His Praises, endless are those who speak them.
Endless are His Actions, endless are His Gifts.
Endless is His Vision, endless is His Hearing.
His limits cannot be perceived. What is the Mystery of His Mind?
The limits of the created universe cannot be perceived.
Its limits here and beyond cannot be perceived.
Many struggle to know His limits,
but His limits cannot be found.
No one can know these limits.
The more you say about them, the more there still remains to be said.
Great is the Master, High is His Heavenly Home.
Highest of the High, above all is His Name.
Only one as Great and as High as God
can know His Lofty and Exalted State.
Only He Himself is that Great. He Himself knows Himself.
O Nanak, by His Glance of Grace, He bestows His Blessings. ||24||
His Blessings are so abundant that there can be no written account of them.
The Great Giver does not hold back anything.
There are so many great, heroic warriors begging at the Door of the Infinite Lord.
So many contemplate and dwell upon Him, that they cannot be counted.
So many waste away to death engaged in corruption.
So many take and take again, and then deny receiving.
So many foolish consumers keep on consuming.
So many endure distress, deprivation and constant abuse.
Even these are Your Gifts, O Great Giver!
Liberation from bondage comes only by Your Will.
No one else has any say in this.
If some fool should presume to say that he does,
he shall learn, and feel the effects of his folly.
He Himself knows, He Himself gives.
Few, very few are those who acknowledge this.
One who is blessed to sing the Praises of the Lord,
O Nanak, is the king of kings. ||25||
Priceless are His Virtues, Priceless are His Dealings.
Priceless are His Dealers, Priceless are His Treasures.
Priceless are those who come to Him, Priceless are those who buy from Him.
Priceless is Love for Him, Priceless is absorption into Him.
Priceless is the Divine Law of Dharma, Priceless is the Divine Court of Justice.
Priceless are the scales, priceless are the weights.
Priceless are His Blessings, Priceless is His Banner and Insignia.
Priceless is His Mercy, Priceless is His Royal Command.
Priceless, O Priceless beyond expression!
Speak of Him continually, and remain absorbed in His Love.
The Vedas and the Puraanas speak.
The scholars speak and lecture.
Brahma speaks, Indra speaks.
The Gopis and Krishna speak.
Shiva speaks, the Siddhas speak.
The many created Buddhas speak.
The demons speak, the demi-gods speak.
The spiritual warriors, the heavenly beings, the silent sages, the humble and serviceful
speak.
Many speak and try to describe Him.
Many have spoken of Him over and over again, and have then arisen and departed.
If He were to create as many again as there already are,
even then, they could not describe Him.
He is as Great as He wishes to be.
O Nanak, the True Lord knows.
If anyone presumes to describe God,
he shall be known as the greatest fool of fools! ||26||
Where is that Gate, and where is that Dwelling, in which You sit and take care of all?
The Sound-current of the Naad vibrates there, and countless musicians play on all sorts of
instruments there.
So many Ragas, so many musicians singing there.
The praanic wind, water and fire sing; the Righteous Judge of Dharma sings at Your Door.
Chitr and Gupt, the angels of the conscious and the subconscious who record actions, and
the Righteous Judge of Dharma who judges this record sing.
Shiva, Brahma and the Goddess of Beauty, ever adorned, sing.
Indra, seated upon His Throne, sings with the deities at Your Door.
The Siddhas in Samaadhi sing; the Saadhus sing in contemplation.
The celibates, the fanatics, the peacefully accepting and the fearless warriors sing.
The Pandits, the religious scholars who recite the Vedas, with the supreme sages of all the
ages, sing.
The Mohinis, the enchanting heavenly beauties who entice hearts in this world, in paradise,
and in the underworld of the subconscious sing.
The celestial jewels created by You, and the sixty-eight holy places of pilgrimage sing.
The brave and mighty warriors sing; the spiritual heroes and the four sources of creation
sing.
The planets, solar systems and galaxies, created and arranged by Your Hand, sing.
They alone sing, who are pleasing to Your Will. Your devotees are imbued with the Nectar
of Your Essence.
So many others sing, they do not come to mind. O Nanak, how can I consider them all?
That True Lord is True, Forever True, and True is His Name.
He is, and shall always be. He shall not depart, even when this Universe which He has
created departs.
He created the world, with its various colors, species of beings, and the variety of Maya.
Having created the creation, He watches over it Himself, by His Greatness.
He does whatever He pleases. No order can be issued to Him.
He is the King, the King of kings, the Supreme Lord and Master of kings. Nanak remains
subject to His Will. ||27||
Make contentment your ear-rings, humility your begging bowl, and meditation the ashes
you apply to your body.
Let the remembrance of death be the patched coat you wear, let the purity of virginity be
your way in the world, and let faith in the Lord be your walking stick.
See the brotherhood of all mankind as the highest order of Yogis; conquer your own mind,
and conquer the world.
I bow to Him, I humbly bow.
The Primal One, the Pure Light, without beginning, without end. Throughout all the ages,
He is One and the Same. ||28||
Let spiritual wisdom be your food, and compassion your attendant. The Sound-current of
the Naad vibrates in each and every heart.
He Himself is the Supreme Master of all; wealth and miraculous spiritual powers, and all
other external tastes and pleasures, are all like beads on a string.
Union with Him, and separation from Him, come by His Will. We come to receive what is
written in our destiny.
I bow to Him, I humbly bow.
The Primal One, the Pure Light, without beginning, without end. Throughout all the ages,
He is One and the Same. ||29||
The One Divine Mother conceived and gave birth to the three deities.
One, the Creator of the World; One, the Sustainer; and One, the Destroyer.
He makes things happen according to the Pleasure of His Will. Such is His Celestial Order.
He watches over all, but none see Him. How wonderful this is!
I bow to Him, I humbly bow.
The Primal One, the Pure Light, without beginning, without end. Throughout all the ages,
He is One and the Same. ||30||
On world after world are His Seats of Authority and His Storehouses.
Whatever was put into them, was put there once and for all.
Having created the creation, the Creator Lord watches over it.
O Nanak, True is the Creation of the True Lord.
I bow to Him, I humbly bow.
The Primal One, the Pure Light, without beginning, without end. Throughout all the ages,
He is One and the Same. ||31||
If I had 100,000 tongues, and these were then multiplied twenty times more, with each
tongue,
I would repeat, hundreds of thousands of times, the Name of the One, the Lord of the
Universe.
Along this path to our Husband Lord, we climb the steps of the ladder, and come to merge
with Him.
Hearing of the etheric realms, even worms long to come back home.
O Nanak, by His Grace He is obtained. False are the boastings of the false. ||32||
No power to speak, no power to keep silent.
No power to beg, no power to give.
No power to live, no power to die.
No power to rule, with wealth and occult mental powers.
No power to gain intuitive understanding, spiritual wisdom and meditation.
No power to find the way to escape from the world.
He alone has the Power in His Hands. He watches over all.
O Nanak, no one is high or low. ||33||
Nights, days, weeks and seasons;
wind, water, fire and the nether regions
-in the midst of these, He established the earth as a home for Dharma.
Upon it, He placed the various species of beings.
Their names are uncounted and endless.
By their deeds and their actions, they shall be judged.
God Himself is True, and True is His Court.
There, in perfect grace and ease, sit the self-elect, the self-realized Saints.
They receive the Mark of Grace from the Merciful Lord.
The ripe and the unripe, the good and the bad, shall there be judged.
O Nanak, when you go home, you will see this. ||34||
This is righteous living in the realm of Dharma.
And now we speak of the realm of spiritual wisdom.
So many winds, waters and fires; so many Krishnas and Shivas.
So many Brahmas, fashioning forms of great beauty, adorned and dressed in many colors.
So many worlds and lands for working out karma. So very many lessons to be learned!
So many Indras, so many moons and suns, so many worlds and lands.
So many Siddhas and Buddhas, so many Yogic masters. So many goddesses of various
kinds.
So many demi-gods and demons, so many silent sages. So many oceans of jewels.
So many ways of life, so many languages. So many dynasties of rulers.
So many intuitive people, so many selfless servants. O Nanak, His limit has no limit! ||35||
In the realm of wisdom, spiritual wisdom reigns supreme.
The Sound-current of the Naad vibrates there, amidst the sounds and the sights of bliss.
In the realm of humility, the Word is Beauty.
Forms of incomparable beauty are fashioned there.
These things cannot be described.
One who tries to speak of these shall regret the attempt.
The intuitive consciousness, intellect and understanding of the mind are shaped there.
The consciousness of the spiritual warriors and the Siddhas, the beings of spiritual
perfection, are shaped there. ||36||
In the realm of karma, the Word is Power.
No one else dwells there,
except the warriors of great power, the spiritual heroes.
They are totally fulfilled, imbued with the Lord's Essence.
Myriads of Sitas are there, cool and calm in their majestic glory.
Their beauty cannot be described.
Neither death nor deception comes to those,
within whose minds the Lord abides.
The devotees of many worlds dwell there.
They celebrate; their minds are imbued with the True Lord.
In the realm of Truth, the Formless Lord abides.
Having created the creation, He watches over it. By His Glance of Grace, He bestows
happiness.
There are planets, solar systems and galaxies.
If one speaks of them, there is no limit, no end.
There are worlds upon worlds of His Creation.
As He commands, so they exist.
He watches over all, and contemplating the creation, He rejoices.
O Nanak, to describe this is as hard as steel! ||37||
Let self-control be the furnace, and patience the goldsmith.
Let understanding be the anvil, and spiritual wisdom the tools.
With the Fear of God as the bellows, fan the flames of tapa, the body's inner heat.
In the crucible of love, melt the Nectar of the Name,
and mint the True Coin of the Shabad, the Word of God.
Such is the karma of those upon whom He has cast His Glance of Grace.
O Nanak, the Merciful Lord, by His Grace, uplifts and exalts them. ||38||
Shalok:
Air is the Guru, Water is the Father, and Earth is the Great Mother of all.
Day and night are the two nurses, in whose lap all the world is at play.
Good deeds and bad deeds-the record is read out in the Presence of the Lord of Dharma.
According to their own actions, some are drawn closer, and some are driven farther away.
Those who have meditated on the Naam, the Name of the Lord, and departed after having
worked by the sweat of their brows
-O Nanak, their faces are radiant in the Court of the Lord, and many are saved along with
them! ||1||
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So Dar ~ That Door. Raag Aasaa, First Mehl:
One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:
Where is That Door of Yours, and where is That Home, in which You sit and take
care of all?
The Sound-current of the Naad vibrates there for You, and countless musicians play
all sorts of instruments there for You.
There are so many Ragas and musical harmonies to You; so many minstrels sing
hymns of You.
Wind, water and fire sing of You. The Righteous Judge of Dharma sings at Your
Door.
Chitr and Gupt, the angels of the conscious and the subconscious who keep the
record of actions, and the Righteous Judge of Dharma who reads this record, sing of
You.
Shiva, Brahma and the Goddess of Beauty, ever adorned by You, sing of You.
Indra, seated on His Throne, sings of You, with the deities at Your Door.
The Siddhas in Samaadhi sing of You; the Saadhus sing of You in contemplation.
The celibates, the fanatics, and the peacefully accepting sing of You; the fearless
warriors sing of You.
The Pandits, the religious scholars who recite the Vedas, with the supreme sages of
all the ages, sing of You.
The Mohinis, the enchanting heavenly beauties who entice hearts in paradise, in this
world, and in the underworld of the subconscious, sing of You.

The celestial jewels created by You, and the sixty-eight sacred shrines of
pilgrimage, sing of You.
The brave and mighty warriors sing of You. The spiritual heroes and the four
sources of creation sing of You.
The worlds, solar systems and galaxies, created and arranged by Your Hand, sing of
You.
They alone sing of You, who are pleasing to Your Will. Your devotees are imbued
with Your Sublime Essence.
So many others sing of You, they do not come to mind. O Nanak, how can I think of
them all?
That True Lord is True, forever True, and True is His Name.
He is, and shall always be. He shall not depart, even when this Universe which He
has created departs.
He created the world, with its various colors, species of beings, and the variety of
Maya.
Having created the creation, He watches over it Himself, by His Greatness.
He does whatever He pleases. No one can issue any order to Him.
He is the King, the King of kings, the Supreme Lord and Master of kings. Nanak
remains subject to His Will. ||1||
Aasaa, First Mehl:
Hearing of His Greatness, everyone calls Him Great.
But just how Great His Greatness is-this is known only to those who have seen Him.
His Value cannot be estimated; He cannot be described.
Those who describe You, Lord, remain immersed and absorbed in You. ||1||
O my Great Lord and Master of Unfathomable Depth, You are the Ocean of
Excellence.

No one knows the extent or the vastness of Your Expanse. ||1||Pause||
All the intuitives met and practiced intuitive meditation.
All the appraisers met and made the appraisal.
The spiritual teachers, the teachers of meditation, and the teachers of teachers
-they cannot describe even an iota of Your Greatness. ||2||
All Truth, all austere discipline, all goodness,
all the great miraculous spiritual powers of the Siddhas
-without You, no one has attained such powers.
They are received only by Your Grace. No one can block them or stop their flow. ||
3||
What can the poor helpless creatures do?
Your Praises are overflowing with Your Treasures.
Those, unto whom You give-how can they think of any other?
O Nanak, the True One embellishes and exalts. ||4||2||
Aasaa, First Mehl:
Chanting it, I live; forgetting it, I die.
It is so difficult to chant the True Name.
If someone feels hunger for the True Name,
that hunger shall consume his pain. ||1||
How can I forget Him, O my mother?
True is the Master, True is His Name. ||1||Pause||
Trying to describe even an iota of the Greatness of the True Name,
people have grown weary, but they have not been able to evaluate it.
Even if everyone were to gather together and speak of Him,
He would not become any greater or any lesser. ||2||
That Lord does not die; there is no reason to mourn.
He continues to give, and His Provisions never run short.
This Virtue is His alone; there is no other like Him.
There never has been, and there never will be. ||3||
As Great as You Yourself are, O Lord, so Great are Your Gifts.
The One who created the day also created the night.
Those who forget their Lord and Master are vile and despicable.
O Nanak, without the Name, they are wretched outcasts. ||4||3||

Raag Goojaree, Fourth Mehl:
O humble servant of the Lord, O True Guru, O True Primal Being: I offer my humble
prayer to You, O Guru.
I am a mere insect, a worm. O True Guru, I seek Your Sanctuary. Please be
merciful, and bless me with the Light of the Naam, the Name of the Lord. ||1||
O my Best Friend, O Divine Guru, please enlighten me with the Name of the Lord.
Through the Guru's Teachings, the Naam is my breath of life. The Kirtan of the
Lord's Praise is my life's occupation. ||1||Pause||
The servants of the Lord have the greatest good fortune; they have faith in the
Lord, and a longing for the Lord.
Obtaining the Name of the Lord, Har, Har, they are satisfied; joining the Sangat, the
Blessed Congregation, their virtues shine forth. ||2||
Those who have not obtained the Sublime Essence of the Name of the Lord, Har,
Har, Har, are most unfortunate; they are led away by the Messenger of Death.
Those who have not sought the Sanctuary of the True Guru and the Sangat, the
Holy Congregation-cursed are their lives, and cursed are their hopes of life. ||3||
Those humble servants of the Lord who have attained the Company of the True
Guru, have such pre-ordained destiny inscribed on their foreheads.
Blessed, blessed is the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation, where the Lord's
Essence is obtained. Meeting with His humble servant, O Nanak, the Light of the
Naam shines forth. ||4||4||
Raag Goojaree, Fifth Mehl:
Why, O mind, do you plot and plan, when the Dear Lord Himself provides for your
care?
From rocks and stones He created living beings; He places their nourishment before
them. ||1||
O my Dear Lord of souls, one who joins the Sat Sangat, the True Congregation, is
saved.
By Guru's Grace, the supreme status is obtained, and the dry wood blossoms forth
again in lush greenery. ||1||Pause||
Mothers, fathers, friends, children and spouses-no one is the support of anyone
else.
For each and every person, our Lord and Master provides sustenance. Why are you
so afraid, O mind? ||2||
The flamingoes fly hundreds of miles, leaving their young ones behind.
Who feeds them, and who teaches them to feed themselves? Have you ever thought
of this in your mind? ||3||
All the nine treasures, and the eighteen supernatural powers are held by our Lord
and Master in the Palm of His Hand.
Servant Nanak is devoted, dedicated, forever a sacrifice to You, Lord. Your Expanse
has no limit, no boundary. ||4||5||
Raag Aasaa, Fourth Mehl, So Purakh ~ That Primal Being:
One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:
That Primal Being is Immaculate and Pure. The Lord, the Primal Being, is
Immaculate and Pure. The Lord is Inaccessible, Unreachable and Unrivalled.
All meditate, all meditate on You, Dear Lord, O True Creator Lord.
All living beings are Yours-You are the Giver of all souls.
Meditate on the Lord, O Saints; He is the Dispeller of all sorrow.

The Lord Himself is the Master, the Lord Himself is the Servant. O Nanak, the poor
beings are wretched and miserable! ||1||
You are constant in each and every heart, and in all things. O Dear Lord, you are
the One.
Some are givers, and some are beggars. This is all Your Wondrous Play.
You Yourself are the Giver, and You Yourself are the Enjoyer. I know no other than
You.
You are the Supreme Lord God, Limitless and Infinite. What Virtues of Yours can I
speak of and describe?
Unto those who serve You, unto those who serve You, Dear Lord, servant Nanak is a
sacrifice. ||2||
Those who meditate on You, Lord, those who meditate on You-those humble beings
dwell in peace in this world.
They are liberated, they are liberated-those who meditate on the Lord. For them,
the noose of death is cut away.
Those who meditate on the Fearless One, on the Fearless Lord-all their fears are
dispelled.
Those who serve, those who serve my Dear Lord, are absorbed into the Being of the
Lord, Har, Har.
Blessed are they, blessed are they, who meditate on their Dear Lord. Servant Nanak
is a sacrifice to them. ||3||
Devotion to You, devotion to You, is a treasure overflowing, infinite and beyond
measure.
Your devotees, Your devotees praise You, Dear Lord, in many and various and
countless ways.

For You, many, for You, so very many perform worship services, O Dear Infinite
Lord; they practice disciplined meditation and chant endlessly.
For You, many, for You, so very many read the various Simritees and Shaastras.
They perform rituals and religious rites.
Those devotees, those devotees are sublime, O servant Nanak, who are pleasing to
my Dear Lord God. ||4||
You are the Primal Being, the Most Wonderful Creator. There is no other as Great as
You.
Age after age, You are the One. Forever and ever, You are the One. You never
change, O Creator Lord.
Everything happens according to Your Will. You Yourself accomplish all that occurs.
You Yourself created the entire universe, and having fashioned it, You Yourself shall
destroy it all.
Servant Nanak sings the Glorious Praises of the Dear Creator, the Knower of all. ||
5||1||
Aasaa, Fourth Mehl:
You are the True Creator, my Lord and Master.
Whatever pleases You comes to pass. As You give, so do we receive. ||1||Pause||
All belong to You, all meditate on you.
Those who are blessed with Your Mercy obtain the Jewel of the Naam, the Name of
the Lord.
The Gurmukhs obtain it, and the self-willed manmukhs lose it.
You Yourself separate them from Yourself, and You Yourself reunite with them
again. ||1||
You are the River of Life; all are within You.
There is no one except You.
All living beings are Your playthings.

The separated ones meet, and by great good fortune, those suffering in separation
are reunited once again. ||2||
They alone understand, whom You inspire to understand;
they continually chant and repeat the Lord's Praises.
Those who serve You find peace.
They are intuitively absorbed into the Lord's Name. ||3||
You Yourself are the Creator. Everything that happens is by Your Doing.
There is no one except You.
You created the creation; You behold it and understand it.
O servant Nanak, the Lord is revealed through the Gurmukh, the Living Expression
of the Guru's Word. ||4||2||
Aasaa, First Mehl:
In that pool, people have made their homes, but the water there is as hot as fire!
In the swamp of emotional attachment, their feet cannot move. I have seen them
drowning there. ||1||
In your mind, you do not remember the One Lord-you fool!
You have forgotten the Lord; your virtues shall wither away. ||1||Pause||
I am not celibate, nor truthful, nor scholarly. I was born foolish and ignorant into
this world.
Prays Nanak, I seek the Sanctuary of those who have not forgotten You, O Lord! ||
2||3||
Aasaa, Fifth Mehl:
This human body has been given to you.
This is your chance to meet the Lord of the Universe.
Nothing else will work.
Join the Saadh Sangat, the Company of the Holy; vibrate and meditate on the Jewel
of the Naam. ||1||
Make every effort to cross over this terrifying world-ocean.

You are squandering this life uselessly in the love of Maya. ||1||Pause||
I have not practiced meditation, self-discipline, self-restraint or righteous living.
I have not served the Holy; I have not acknowledged the Lord, my King.
Says Nanak, my actions are contemptible!
O Lord, I seek Your Sanctuary; please, preserve my honor! ||2||4||
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on: April 27, 2012, 11:28:24 PM 19 Entertainment / Lyrics / Biba Sada Dil Morr De

Je Tu Akhiyan De Saamne Nai Rehna
Ta Biba Sada Dil Mod De

Kar Baithi Sajjna Bharosa tere pyar te
Rod Baithi Dil Ve Mai tere aitebaar te
 

Je Tu Akhiyan De Saamne Nai Rehna
Ta Biba Sada Dil Mod De

Assaan Nitt Da Vichora Nahio Sehna
Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De


Assaan Nitt Da Vichora Naio Sehna
Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Inj Door Door reh Ke Naio jhaakk Langna
Assaan Deed Bina Nahi Kujh Hor Mangna

A v Nikka Jiya Mann naa Nai Kehna
te biba sada Dil Morh De

Tenu Chaee de Ne Dil Waale bhed Kholne
Assaan Tere Naal Kai Dukh Sukh Pholne

Sadde Kol Nai Tun ghadi Pall Behna
Te Biba Sada Dil Mod De


Teri Marzi a Sadde Naalo Waakh Hon dee
Saaddi Marzi Hai Tere Pichche Kaakh Hon dee

Dukh Pichchla Hee Jogi Sanu kehna
Te Biba Sada Dil Mor De

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samne Nai Rehna
Te Biba Sada Dil Mor De...
Biba Sada Dil Mor de - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan 1/4
ਰਾਂਝੇ ਨੂੰ ਬਚਪਨ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੀ ਖੂਬਸੂਰਤੀ ਨਾਲ ਇਸ਼ਕ ਸੀ। ਉਸਨੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਲਈ ਸੁਪਨਿਆਂ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੀ ਇੱਕ ਸੋਹਣੀ ਮੁਟਿਆਰ ਦੀ ਤਸਵੀਰ ਬਣਾ ਲਈ ਸੀ। ਹਜਾਰਾ ਦੇ ਸਰਦਾਰ ਦਾ ਪੁੱਤ ਰਾਂਝਾ ਆਸ਼ਿਕ ਮਿਜਾਜ ਦਾ ਸੀ। ਬਾਰ੍ਹਾਂ ਸਾਲ ਦੀ ਉਮਰ ਵਿੱਚ ਉਸਦੇ ਪਿਤਾ ਦਾ ਸਾਇਆ ਸਿਰ ਤੋਂ ਉੱਠ ਗਿਆ। ਆਪਣੇ ਭਰਾਵਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਅਲੱਗ ਹੋ ਕੇ ਉਹ ਸਾਰਾ ਦਿਨ ਦਰੱਖਤਾਂ ਹੇਠ ਬੈਠਾ ਰਹਿੰਦਾ ਅਤੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਸੁਪਨਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਸ਼ਹਿਜਾਦੀ ਬਾਰੇ ਸੋਚਦਾ ਰਹਿੰਦਾ ਸੀ।

 

ਇੱਕ ਵਾਰ ਇੱਕ ਪੀਰ ਨੇ ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਪੁੱਛਿਆ-ਤੂੰ ਐਨਾ ਦੁਖੀ ਕਿਉਂ ਹੈਂ? ਤਾਂ ਰਾਂਝੇ ਨੇ ਪੀਰ ਨੂੰ ਆਪਣੇ ਦੁਆਰਾ ਰਚੇ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਗੀਤ ਸੁਣਾਏ, ਜਿਸ ਵਿੱਚ ਸੁਪਨਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਸ਼ਹਿਜਾਦੀ ਦਾ ਵਰਣਨ ਸੀ। ਪੀਰ ਨੇ ਦੱਸਿਆ ਕਿ ਤੇਰੇ ਸੁਪਨਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਸ਼ਹਿਜਾਦੀ ਹੀਰ ਦੇ ਇਲਾਵਾ ਹੋਰ ਕੋਈ ਨਹੀਂ ਹੋ ਸਕਦੀ। ਇਹ ਸੁਣ ਕੇ ਰਾਂਝਾ ਆਪਣੀ ਹੀਰ ਦੀ ਤਲਾਸ਼ ਵਿੱਚ ਤੁਰ ਪਿਆ। ਹੀਰ ਬਹੁਤ ਸਖ਼ਤ ਦਿਮਾਗ ਵਾਲੀ ਕੁੜੀ ਸੀ। ਇੱਕ ਰਾਤ ਰਾਂਝਾ ਛੁਪ ਕੇ ਹੀਰ ਦੀ ਕਿਸ਼ਤੀ 'ਚ ਸੌਂ ਗਿਆ। ਇਹ ਦੇਖ ਕੇ ਹੀਰ ਗੁੱਸੇ ਨਾਲ ਅੱਗ ਬਬੂਲਾ ਹੋ ਗਈ, ਪਰ ਜਿਵੇਂ ਹੀ ਉਸਨੇ ਨੌਜਵਾਨ ਮਰਦ ਰਾਂਝੇ ਨੂੰ ਦੇਖਿਆ, ਉਹ ਆਪਣਾ ਗੁੱਸਾ ਭੁੱਲ ਗਈ ਅਤੇ ਰਾਂਝੇ ਨੂੰ ਦੇਖਦੀ ਹੀ ਰਹਿ ਗਈ। ਉਦੋਂ ਰਾਂਝੇ ਨੇ ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਆਪਣੇ ਸੁਪਨਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਗੱਲ ਦੱਸੀ। ਰਾਂਝੇ 'ਤੇ ਫਿਦਾ ਹੋਈ ਹੀਰ ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਆਪਣੇ ਘਰ ਲੈ ਗਈ ਅਤੇ ਆਪਣੇ ਘਰ ਨੌਕਰੀ 'ਤੇ ਰਖਵਾ ਦਿੱਤਾ।

ਹੀਰ-ਰਾਂਝੇ ਦੀਆਂ ਮੁਲਾਕਾਤਾਂ ਮੁਹੱਬਤ ਵਿੱਚ ਬਦਲ ਗਈਆਂ, ਪਰ ਹੀਰ ਦੇ ਚਾਚੇ ਨੂੰ ਇਸਦੀ ਖ਼ਬਰ ਲੱਗ ਗਈ ਅਤੇ ਹੀਰ ਦਾ ਵਿਆਹ ਦੂਜੇ ਪਿੰਡ ਵਿੱਚ ਕਰ ਦਿੱਤਾ। ਰਾਂਝਾ ਫਕੀਰ ਬਣ ਕੇ ਪਿੰਡ-ਪਿੰਡ ਘੁੰਮਣ ਲੱਗਿਆ। ਜਦੋਂ ਉਹ ਹੀਰ ਦੇ ਪਿੰਡ ਵਿੱਚ ਪਹੁੰਚਿਆ ਤਾਂ ਉਸਦੀ ਅਵਾਜ਼ ਸੁਣ ਕੇ ਹੀਰ ਬਾਹਰ ਆਈ ਅਤੇ ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਭੀਖ ਦੇਣ ਲੱਗੀ। ਦੋਵੇਂ ਇੱਕ-ਦੂਜੇ ਨੂੰ ਦੇਖਦੇ ਹੀ ਰਹਿ ਗਏ। ਰਾਂਝਾ ਰੋਜਾਨਾ ਫਕੀਰ ਬਣ ਕੇ ਆਉਂਦਾ ਅਤੇ ਹੀਰ ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਭੀਖ ਦਿੰਦੀ। ਦੋਵੇਂ ਰੋਜਾਨਾ ਮਿਲਣ ਲੱਗੇ। ਇਹ ਸਭ ਹੀਰ ਦੀ ਭਾਬੀ ਨੇ ਦੇਖ ਲਿਆ। ਉਸਨੇ ਹੀਰ ਨੂੰ ਟੋਕਿਆ ਤਾਂ ਰਾਂਝਾ ਪਿੰਡ ਦੇ ਬਾਹਰ ਚਲਾ ਗਿਆ। ਸਾਰੇ ਲੋਕ ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਫਕੀਰ ਮੰਨ ਕੇ ਪੂਜਣ ਲੱਗੇ। ਉਸਦੀ ਜੁਦਾਈ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੀਰ ਬਿਮਾਰ ਹੋ ਗਈ। ਜਦੋਂ ਵੈਦ ਹਕੀਮਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਉਸਦਾ ਇਲਾਜ ਨਾ ਹੋਇਆ ਤਾਂ ਹੀਰ ਦੇ ਸਹੁਰੇ ਨੇ ਰਾਂਝੇ ਕੋਲ ਜਾ ਕੇ ਉਸਦੀ ਮੱਦਦ ਮੰਗੀ।

ਰਾਂਝਾ ਹੀਰ ਦੇ ਘਰ ਚਲਾ ਗਿਆ। ਉਸਨੇ ਹੀਰ ਦੇ ਸਿਰ 'ਤੇ ਹੱਥ ਰੱਖਿਆ ਅਤੇ ਹੀਰ ਦੀ ਚੇਤਨਾ ਵਾਪਸ ਆ ਗਈ। ਜਦੋਂ ਲੋਕਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਪਤਾ ਲੱਗਿਆ ਕਿ ਉਹ ਫਕੀਰ ਰਾਂਝਾ ਹੈ ਤਾਂ ਉਹਨਾਂ ਨੇ ਰਾਂਝੇ ਨੂੰ ਕੁੱਟ-ਮਾਰ ਕੇ ਪਿੰਡੋਂ ਬਾਹਰ ਕੱਢ ਦਿੱਤਾ। ਉਸ ਤੋਂ ਬਾਅਦ ਰਾਜੇ ਨੇ ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਚੋਰ ਸਮਝ ਕੇ ਫੜ ਲਿਆ। ਰਾਂਝੇ ਨੇ ਜਦੋਂ ਰਾਜੇ ਨੂੰ ਹਕੀਕਤ ਦੱਸੀ ਤਾਂ ਉਸਨੇ ਹੀਰ ਦੇ ਪਿਤਾ ਨੂੰ ਆਦੇਸ਼ ਦਿੱਤਾ ਕਿ ਉਹ ਹੀਰ ਦਾ ਵਿਆਹ ਰਾਂਝੇ ਨਾਲ ਕਰ ਦਵੇ। ਰਾਜੇ ਦੀ ਆਗਿਆ ਦੇ ਡਰ ਨਾਲ ਉਸਦੇ ਪਿਤਾ ਨੇ ਮੰਜੂਰੀ ਤਾਂ ਦੇ ਦਿੱਤੀ, ਪਰ ਹੀਰ ਨੂੰ ਜਹਿਰ ਦੇ ਦਿੱਤਾ। ਜਦੋਂ ਰਾਂਝਾ ਵਾਪਸ ਆਇਆ ਤਾਂ ਉਸ ਨੂੰ ਹੀਰ ਦੇ ਮਰਨ ਦੀ ਖ਼ਬਰ ਮਿਲੀ ਤਾਂ ਉਸਨੇ ਵੀ ਉੱਥੇ ਹੀ ਦਮ ਤੋੜ ਦਿੱਤਾ। ਹੀਰ ਮਰ ਗਈ, ਰਾਂਝਾ ਮਰ ਗਿਆ, ਪਰ ਉਹਨਾਂ ਦੀ ਮੁਹੱਬਤ ਅੱਜ ਵੀ ਜਿੰਦਾ ਹੈ।
 



   
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