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66 GURU NANAK CHAMATKAR PART-II The beloved Guru said: Duni Chand, get up. God bless you. You will reach the Lord. You will go to the Lord's palace with respect. You get up. Duni Chand; 0 intuitive Guru, I have understood you. You have opened my eyes. You have shown me the unseen sphere. Now I should not go into any mishriving. I should see you as a true Guru always. I should never go into mishriving that you are something else than the godly soul. I should always see you as a godly soul and beloved mine. Beloved Guru: 0 Duni Chand, be in high spirits. You go inside. Your family is hungry and waiting. You have food and your family may also have food. Duni Chand: 0 benevolent Guru, I shall do what you tell but 0 saviour, you also have food. You are my family. You are my relative. You are my friend. You are my associate. You are everything. I am nothing. You are my strength now. Come inSide, put your sacred feet inside the house. Have food. Then the family will have afterwards. My mind is dirty you wash my mind. Seeing so much love, intense love, the Guru had tears in his eyes and he stood up and said: Come Mardana, let us have the ceremonial lunch. With head bowed and hands folded, Duni Chand is leading and the beloved Guru in graciousness follows. Used to living on the banks of rivers and forests, the Guru goes inside a luxurious mansion. When they reached inside, Duni Chand said to his wife: Come and fall at the feet of the true Guru. His wife was intelligent, sensible and loving. She fell at the Guru's feet. The true saviour said: God Bless you. Lord Bless you. Get up. Be in high spirits. Bring food. Serve food. Give to your husband also. He is hunhTJY since morning. To allay the hunger of the hungry, he has been hriving food to the hunhTJY. But neither the hunhTJY were satiated nor he was satiated. Everybody remained hunhTJY. 0 Child, get up and bring food. Food is a hrift from the true King, the Lord. Food is all a charity, a hrift from the Lord. Was this a speech or a shower from the fountain of nectar that it made everybody cool when it showered on the ears? The un-easiness of hunger was gone. One is satiated with food. But see the beloved Guru's words have satiated the un-easiness of hunger. With love in heart and happiness in mind, BhahJWanti (Duni Chand's wife) brought food in a tray, and placed it in front of the Guru and sat down. On one side, Duni Chand, dyed in Guru's love, sat down. Page 76 www.sikhbookclub.com

I t 50 Beloved's Birthday is a sweet and rosy season. The cool and loving breeze, the early morning moon intoxicated and showering sweet moonlight, the imperceptible spray of small dew drops, all these are hTiving a feeling of ecstasy. How nicely the forest trees are waving their thin leaves. What a nice mottled floor ofshade and light, the moonlight rays are spreading through the empty spaces ofthese leaves. In this picturesque garden of shade and light, on a wooden settee, is sitting an old man with his back resting on a pillow. He is sitting in a squatting position. Both his hands are resting on the knees. A garland of marble beads is lying in front. His eyes are closed. His body is static and the breath is slow and rhythmical. The early morning passed like that. The early morning daybreak also passed like that. Now, one could listen to the chirping of the birds as if the forest has woken up. Now, the old man with a glowing face, opened his eyes. His hands picked up the garland of beads. His eyes shed one or two tears and he said in a lonhTing and craving tone: 'Without your glimpse, I am suffering pangs of separation'. From the eyes some tears fell moving along his wrinkled cheeks, like dew drops falling from withering leaves in autumn, slip down. After a few moments, again his eyes closed. His hand moved the beads and in a 10nhTing voice he said: 'The worldly ocean offire is fearsome. You only can make anybody swim across'. His voice became feeble and his eyes closed again. Now it was daytime. The sun became bright. The old man opened his Page 77 www.sikhbookclub.com

I t<br />

50<br />

Beloved's Birthday<br />

is a sweet and rosy season. The cool and loving breeze, the early morning<br />

moon intoxicated and showering sweet moonlight, the imperceptible spray<br />

of small dew drops, all these are hTiving a feeling of ecstasy.<br />

How nicely the forest trees are waving their thin leaves. What a nice<br />

mottled floor ofshade and light, the moonlight rays are spreading through the<br />

empty spaces ofthese leaves.<br />

In this picturesque garden of shade and light, on a wooden settee, is<br />

sitting an old man with his back resting on a pillow. He is sitting in a squatting<br />

position. Both his hands are resting on the knees. A garland of marble beads<br />

is lying in front. His eyes are closed. His body is static and the breath is slow<br />

and rhythmical.<br />

The early morning passed like that. The early morning daybreak also<br />

passed like that. Now, one could listen to the chirping of the birds as if the<br />

forest has woken up.<br />

Now, the old man with a glowing face, opened his eyes. His hands picked<br />

up the garland of beads. His eyes shed one or two tears and he said in a<br />

lonhTing and craving tone: 'Without your glimpse, I am suffering pangs of<br />

separation'.<br />

From the eyes some tears fell moving along his wrinkled cheeks, like dew<br />

drops falling from withering leaves in autumn, slip down. After a few moments,<br />

again his eyes closed. His hand moved the beads and in a 10nhTing voice he<br />

said:<br />

'The worldly ocean offire is fearsome.<br />

You only can make anybody swim across'.<br />

His voice became feeble and his eyes closed again.<br />

Now it was daytime. The sun became bright. The old man opened his<br />

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