Guru Nanak Chamatkar (Part 2)-Bhai Vir Singh English ... - Vidhia.com

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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 hriving 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 of these 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
lonhring 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 longing 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
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