Luxury Garden' of the King of Sirhind was a wondei in those times.
Now it is lost in ruins. Today, where we see bricks, mounds of broken stones and ruins, at sometime there stood summer houses with several doors, marble settees, fountains and lakes, waterfalls, rows of cypress trees, beautiful walkways, flowering plants, fruit growing trees, fragrance-giving and blooming trees that gave dense shade and coolness. Nothing that would give comfort, relish, enjoyment, fun and frolic was missing in this garden.
A garden is a confluence of natural beauty and human created beauty. This beauty in itself has the effect of ecstasy. But man does not enjoy this ecstasy. He remains in the relish of worldly pleasures of the five senses of the body. In this way the natural beauty that would have elevated our mind and turned our consciousness into Super consciousness keeps our mind enticed in worldly desires and the mind remains under the control of the five senses of the body. Even though the garden was used for worldly pleasures but at night when those who relished worldly pleasures went away to their palaces, then in the solitude of the garden ecstasy of natural beauty could be felt.
The Senior Gardener of the garden was a person with devotion. This solitude influenced his mind and he became appreciative of saintly people. Then this solitude gave him more happiness. On one side of the garden stood the Royal Palace and on the other side in a comer was the gardener's house. Many times the saints who came to stay at his house enjoyed the ecstasy of the garden at night. The gardener's name was Ghulu Shah. His wife was the daughter of one devotee of Saint Budhu Shah Ji. She imbibed regards for saints when she lived in her parental home. In fact her company made Ghulu Shah a saintly person.
Once Saint Budhu Shah Ji came to Sirhind but not in the guise of a saint, he came in the guise of an ordinary person and stayed with Ghulu Shah. Very early in the morning he went and sat in the garden in meditation and got immersed in the love of the Lord. Before daybreak he opened his eyes and sang a divine song (Kirtan). The song had a deep effect on Ghulu Shah's mind.
He said: O Saint! Will you bless me? I am doing service to saints for the last eight years. I understand that God is there. I also understand that I am a soul. But nothing goes deep into my mind. Today, the song that you sang has gpne deep into my heart. How to meet the Lord? I am not Lord. I have to meet him. I am not an atheist.
Budhu Shah Ji: O beloved of the Lord! Lord is one. There cannot be two Gods. If you say, "I am God," then it becomes two Gods!
(Smilingly) Again he said: Yes you can meet the Lord as you do grafting in plants.
Ghulu Shah: For the sake of Lord, please put me on the path.
Budhu Shah Ji: O dear! This blessing, you can get at Anandpur where the image of the Lord is staying at present. The divine song that I read is from there only. K you wish to gain inner blossom of mind, then go and fall at his feet Meet the embodiment of love, the image of the Lord.
Saying this Budhu Shah Ji's eyes filled with tears and he could not say any more. But this made a deep dent in the minds of Ghulu Shah and his wife. They felt a love-sensation in their body and devotion, "We belong to the image of Lord who stays at Anandpur."
Budhu Shah Ji went away after a couple of days. But Ghulu Shah's mind immersed in the love of Guru Ji at Anandpur. In the last eight years he did not see any wondrousness in the plants and trees but now he gets a loving sensation in the beauty of the garden.
Budhu Shah Ji gave them one divine song written in Persian. The couple learnt it by heart and they recited it every day. Their longing to have a glimpse of Guru Ji at Anandpur increased. But they had problems. They are in service to the king who has enmity with Guru Ji. If he comes to know, then he faces death sentence. If he goes on leave and it becomes known when he comes back, then extreme punishment is imminent. If he goes and does not return, then his family faces torture. On the other hand he feels afraid that the King named 'Death' may come at any time, no one knows when. If it comes before he has a glimpse of the Beloved Guru Ji, then he shall have to leave with longing and craving in mind.
They spend their time in this situation. When they see a devotee of Guru Ji, then they feel a deep sensation like an electric current that he is the image of the beloved image of the Lord and his head bows down. If a saint devotee of Guru Ji comes, he does service to him and listens to the recitation of Holy Scripture. As they listen to the Holy Scripture their minds get elevated. Mehtab (Ghulu Shah's wife) learnt many songs by heart. She sings these divine songs early in the morning while sitting in the garden and feels ecstasy.
The longing to meet Guru Ji made them do service to Guru-devotees. They love to do it. Their hearts spring in happiness on listening to the name of a Guru Ji devotee. They do service to him.
In a town where Guru-devotees were made to suffer, a secret and safe haven has come up.
Ghulu Shah knew that if a Muslim gives suffering to a Guru-devotee in this town, then there is no hearing or remedy. That is why he tried to help and do service to Guru-devotees secretly as much as he could.
When a Guru-devotee happily departed, then both husband and wife stood before him with hands folded and prayed: O Guru-beloved! "Bless that these longing eyes get a glimpse of the image of the Lord."
In the garden's east was Ghulu Shah's house and in the west was the King's palace from where there were many paths to enter the garden. The rooms of Queen Zena, a beloved of the King were just on the wall of the garden. The King remained in merriment often till midnight and the intoxication of wine made him doze off to sleep. But Queen Zena, sometimes got up early in the morning and sometimes heard the sweet melody of Mehtab's singing of divine songs.
Even otherwise Mehtab used to meet the Queen often but now the Queen became friendly with her, the sufferings of co-wives, her distress of living in the palace under duress, her separation from parents by force, the King's cruelty after intoxication of wine and the suffering of people on account of the King's cruelty caused heartburns to Queen Zena. These sorrows she shared with Mehtab and she considered Mehtab as a close friend. Many times Mehtab's holy company cooled the Queen's perturbed mind. Eight months passed in this friendship. Nights became cold. The month of December came. Due to extreme cold, the drinking, dancing and singing parties of the King in the garden became less and finally stopped. Now the fun & frolic, the sensual pleasures, drinking, singing and merriment parties took place inside the palace.
The gardener and his wife could avail of the vacant garden at night. Late at night husband & wife sat in the dewy cool garden under the lustre of the
twinkling stars, wearing blankets covering the head and sang divine songs [Kirtan) and prayed. See the Lord's wonder. In the garden that was made for worldly pleasures of worldly people, holy people are singing divine songs. The other junior gardeners and helpers went to their respective homes at night So! The divine singing in the garden remained a secret. The Gardener being holy also helped. Then mostly Sufi saints used to come. These Sufi saints were Muslims. Thus the junior gardeners did not notice the love of Guru-devotees in Ghulu Shah's mind. They only talked that Ghuiu Shah is friendly with saints.
By and by Ghulu Shah's love for the true Guru Ji swelled like flood in a river. Now the mind said: Whatever happens. Let it happen. What is life and what is money? To let the breath go waste without a glimpse in fear of the King is killing one's self. Let us go now. He took one month's leave and started preparation to go.
One day early in the morning Queen Zena sent a messenger to call Mehtab. When Zena saw Mehtab, she cried.
Mehtab said: Is everything fine?
Queen Zena: What fine? See there!
Saying this she took Mehtab to the other room. One young damsel was sitting tied with ropes. Her hands and feet had turned blue. Her face was almost white. Zena told her story as follows: Yesterday, one Guru-devotee brought a newly wedded bride in a palanquin to the town. One Muslim priest seized the palanquin by force with bride sitting in it and sent it to the King. The King sent her to my room. When he came at night then he tempted her with gold and money but she firmly refused to accept the gold. Then the king said to her laughingly: Who is your saviour here that you are so adamant. See Mehtabi First she was quiet then in a heart-rending voice she replied: My' saviour is close to me.
King: Who is your saviour?
Newly married bride: The 'Guru Ji with Plume', my saviour is close to me.
On hearing the name 4 Guru Ji with the Plume', the king got enraged. First she was beaten up by the maids. She was badly smashed but she remembered her Lord. Next she was given the punishment that you have seen. I beseeched him but he did not listen. He said: Make her your maid.
O Sister! You tell! What should I do and what should I not do?
On listening to all this Mehtab in emotion got up, went near the platform and hurriedly opened the knots of the rope and picked up the damsel in her lap and said: O Queen! Have courage! Why become so meek?
One should have mercy on suffering humanity. The maximum is that our life will go. Let it go as a sacrifice. Millions like us die every day. If I die what loss will it be? I am taking her away. If the king becomes angry, then I am ready to die in lieu of her.
Queen Zena: You take her away. I shall manage somehow.
Mehtab now picked up the girl as her own bom daughter and carried her to her hut. She narrated the entire story to her husband. Ghulu Shah who was already in deep love of Guru Ji was delighted to see the damsel who was ready to sacrifice herself to keep her honour.
Mehtab massaged her body lightly, did some fomentation, made her wear warm clothes and gave her hot milk to drink. When the damsel whom she treated her as an apple of her eye slept, then Ghulu Shah searched her house and met her husband who was extremely perturbed. He narrated the entire story.
Who can describe the delight of the husband and his family?
Ghulu Shah on seeing the delighted faces of the Guru-devotees felt as if there was a smile on Guru Ji's handsome face.
Then it was decided that they should leave this town and go and settle at Anandpur. The girl's husband should go to a nearby village and arrange for transportation to Anandpur. Ghulu Shah will escort the damsel up to that village and then all of them can go further at night. After making this plan Ghulu Shah came home. The damsel woke up in the afternoon. Her motherin-law had arrived wearing a veil. She was over-delighted to meet her daughterin-law. They had meals and the father-in-law, mother-in-law, the daughter-inlaw and Mehtab sat in a covered bullock cart. Ghulu Shah himself drove the cart and they reached their destination before sunset. From there the foursome left for Anandpur.
Ghulu Shah and his wife with scarves tied to their necks and hands folded said to them: O Guru-beloveds! Bless that we get a glimpse of Guru Ji before we breathe the last breath.
Queen Zena felt happy in giving comfort to someone. She also felt comfortable that a new co-wife has not come to stay. But she apprehended: What shall the King say? Again, if any news leaks out from Mehtab's house, then Mehtab might be in trouble. So! The moment the king came, she opened a new bottle of wine, praised it and quickly filled a glass and offered it to the King. In this way the king got intoxicated, dozed off to sleep and the night passed. Next day she told the king that the damsel died while tied to the platform and I managed to dispose the dead body in a stream far off.
The life of Non-Muslims was of no value in those times. The king had no fear of anybody or of stain on his reputation.
One day a Guru-devotee came to Ghulu Shah and said softly: O friend! Congregation is coming from Delhi and Saharanpur. That has to pass from here. We have heard atrocities happening on Guru-devotees in this town. Suggest some way that they pass through here peacefully.
Ghulu Shah said: If there are two or three persons, then I can manage but if they are more, then they should change route from that village and go without entering this town. Whenever they have to go, you tell me. I shall make arrangements for their transportation. Saying dais, the Guru-devotee went away.
Ghulu Shah planned some arrangement that he should send his wife first and then he himself should accompany the congregation and see them off. But the detectives were no less. The king was informed on the same day that some Guru-devotees from Delhi are going to Anandpur and amongst them is going Tilok Bai Ji wife of Radha Rattan Jeweler and singer. She is so proficient in music and singing that the singers of the country consider her the embodiment of songs.
The king was very fond cf music and songs. In the thinking that this is the time to abduct her, he sent a large contingent of soldiers. The congregation had hardly reached the nearby village when the soldiers surrounded them.
Ghulu Shah came to know but what to do? Meanwhile Queen Zena called Mehtab. When Mehtab went to Zena, then Zena said: See! Sister, another distress has befallen. The previous one was just forgotten but today another pious soul is caught. This Bibi Tilok Bai Ji is an accomplished violinist who was married to a well known singer Radha Rattan. Radha Rattan died and this lady was going to Anandpur to spend the rest of her life in holy company. Today, the king has detained her. The rest of the disciples have been pushed out of the town.
Mehtab: Strange! How is that?
Queen: It is not strange. Tilok Bai Ji seems to be very intelligent. When the entire group was detained, then she came to know that because of her everybody is in captivity. She sent a secret message that if you free everybody else, then I shall come on my own and if anyone is put to harm on my account then all of us shall sit in peace and shall bear the torture and sacrifice o\ \!ves. The king agreed to free the others of the group. They were not agreeable to go but the Police pushed them out several kilometres and now Tilok Bai Ji is here with me. Let us see! What happens at night?
Mehtab: Tilok Bai Ji has done a great sacrifice that she has put herself in trouble and saved the other Guru-devotees but Sister, what will happen when it comes to shame to her honour. Will she sell her honour to save the disciples? She will not do that.
Queen: I asked her this question. She said: I will give rny life but not honour. Who is this king? The devil cannot touch my honour. The 'Guru Ji with the Plume' lives in me. He is always living. Immersed in the love of his feet I am always living and imperishable. What is this body? If it comes to shame to my honour, then this body will be put to eternal rest within moments. But I think the king has detained her for music's sake, not for her beauty. She must be nearing fifty but she is beautiful and her face has sheen. I can't say that the king, after drinking might become mad but whatever I have heard is that the king has detained her for her singing.
Mehtab: Can I meet her?
Queen: Yes. Why not?
The queen took Mehtab to the drawing room where Tilok Bai Ji was sitting looking towards the garden. On entering the room, Mehtab bowed her head and said: I am not a maid of the palace. I have to ask you for some service. I am the unfortunate woman whose husband was supposed to arrange the travel of your group tomorrow tiirough the outskirts of this town. We are born in a humble house. It was not in our fortune to do that service. Thanks to the Lord that the congregation has crossed the city safely but now seeing you in detention is distressing.
On hearing this Tilok Bai Ji feet happy and said: Ah ha! Are you the wife of Brother Ghulu Shah? It is great that I have met you.
Mehtab: How do you call us 'Brother5? We are not even servants?
Tilok Bai Ji: The service you did for the young newly married damsel has made you and your husband respectable and in the congregation everybody calls you 'Brother'. Sister! Don't feel distressed on my account. I am a prisoner. Either I will live with honour or die with honour. Don't have any apprehension. I have no fear. Seeing her faith in the 'Guru Ji with the Plume', Mehtab bowed down and said: You come with me, eat food and then you can come back.
Tilok Bai Ji: I cook my own food. Although amongst Guru-devotees this custom is not there but this a habit since long. I thought when I go to Anandpur then I shall eat from Guru Ji's kitchen and then leave this custom.
Mehtab: You come with me. I have a separate place. A well is there. You can cook food yourself.
Tilok Bai Ji: Sister! This body is now a guest for a few hours. What is the need to feed it?
Mehtab: Not to feed the body, only to give me the privilege of service to you. My heart will be delighted.
Tilok Bai Ji: It is your greatness. I am not worthy to give privilege.
Mehtab: Sister! Fragrance of love of Guru Ji is coming from you. For the sake of his feet accept my request.
Listening to the words 'For the sake of his feet' she was moved with emotion. Her eyes filled with tears. She said: O darling Sister! If it is possible that I am free to go up to your house, then I shall come. (Looking towards the queen) You need not worry I shall come back myself by evening.
Taking leave from the queen, both of them came to Mehtab's house through a secret path. She narrated the entire story to Ghulu Shah. He was delighted to see a sister with so much faith. Mehtab provided groceries in the other room, Tilok Bai Ji cooked food for herself, prayed to the Lord and ate food.
Meanwhile, two of Guru-devotees came to Ghulu Shah's house in disguise to ask Ghulu Shah to enquire about Tilok Bai Ji.
See the Lord's wonder: They ate food cooked by Tilok Bai Ji. They felt delighted but when they heard the story, they became depressed that Tiiok Bai is still in detention. Then everybody prayed to the Lord: O Lord! You save her. It was time for recitation of scripture Rehras. See! A dreadful night is approaching near but the Guru-devotee unmindful of fear is reciting the Lord's name. The Guru-devotee has faith that remembrance of Lord is everlasting and it shall remain till the last breath.
Night descended. Preparations were on for merriment, singing and drinking in the drawing room on the first floor. The King came and asked Qiieen Zena: Where is the singer?
Queen: She has gone to the garden. She will come back shortly.
King: I don't think but I hope she doesn't slip away by bribing some gardener.
Queen: You need not worry about that. She can slip away but she won't do that.
King: How do you say so?
Queen: I say, because she has promised that after my prayer I will come back.
King: How can you trust a prisoner?
Queen: Prisoner or free, the promise of a Guru-devotee is trustworthy. I have seen myself, the Guru-devotees do not tell lies.
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King: Let us see. Queen: You will see.
King: I hope the golden bird will not fly away. You are saying, 'You will see'.
Queen: I am sitting here as surety. Yes! But do not treat her badly. One should always show respect to the talented.
King: No harshness. I want to listen to music only.
Queen: You consider the top singers as menials. You hardly show respect to them.
King: Don't bother. Everything is fair for the King. Zena: Your parties of drinking, singing and dancing are secret but sometimes secrets leak out. You know Aurangzeb is enemy of singing and dancing. King: Do not worry. No news can reach him.
Meanwhile the garden door opened and fearless like a lion with a lustrous face Tilok Bai Ji entered in magnificence.
Queen looked at the king and said: See, the promise of the Guru-devotee. On seeing her respectful old age beauty and fearlessness the King's pride came down. Then he asked her to sit down and talked to her with respect. The fearless lady looked towards the king as a doctor looks at a patient.
Meanwhile, a messenger came and said: Your Majesty! The singers are ready, the musicians are playing their instruments, and you are awaited in the hall.
The king got up and walked into the big hall. Two maids took Tilok Bai Ji inside the hall.
The musicians played music and sang songs. Then the drinking session started. Tilok Bai Ji was now ordered to sing. She replied: I cannot sing. Question: Why Not?
Answer: Because singing is not my profession. I sing to flourish my soul. Courtier: You are not singing for money's sake. It is only to please the king.
Tilok Bai Ji: I need not please anyone. Courtier: This is impertinence. Tilok Bai Ji: This is not impertinence. It is truth. Courtier: You will have to sing.
Tilok Bai Ji: Singing and coercion. This is unheard before. King: Any special reason.
Tilok Bai Ji: Yes! My husband's last wish and order was: Do not play instruments or sing for anybody except the Guru-Lord and do not sing any
song except divine songs. That is why I cannot sing here. I cannot sing for everybody, I shall stick to my vow, my principles, my late husband's orders up to my last breath.
King: Maybe I am the Guru-Lord:
Tilok Bai Ji: No. You are not. You are the saviour for your subjects, father and mother to your subjects. It is your duty to protect and stop coercion.
One courtier (in intoxication of wine): What you say is alright. But the subject's duty is to obey the orders of the king. You are talented. The king has ordered. He wants to listen to your singing. To refuse is impertinence. The king has shown patience because of your talent, otherwise 'No' to the orders of the king is death punishment.
Tilok Bai Ji: But you tell me whether the government is for the welfare of the subjects or for giving suffering to the subjects?
Another courtier: Don't talk rudely. If the nightingale speaks rudely, then the owner of the garden has a knife and a cage.
Tilok Bai Ji: The nightingale is always ready to die. In this way the lady remained in self honour. She replied to every question fearlessly.
The intoxication of wine increased. The rage also increased. The king became highly agitated. He ordered: Throw this devil out of the garden.
Within moments the order was carried out.
One courtier (drunk) threw the violin out of the window. From the second window three others lifted Tilok Bai Ji and threw her out.
What was there down below? In the darkness under the window were standing two Guru-devotees along with Mehtab and Ghulu Shah, all four holding a thick sheet from four corners. They had already planned and told Tilok Bai Ji that if it comes to near torture, then you jump down from the window. We will catch you before falling on the ground and hide you before any sentry arrives. Tilok Bai Ji's own thinking was that in case of near torture she shall kill herself with her dagger. But she had somewhat agreed with Ghulu Shah's advice. Now something dropped in the sheet. To their astonishment it was the violin.
On the second window side was a loud thump. When they saw that side, then they realized it was Tilok Bai Ji whom the courtiers had lifted and thrown. This side Ghulu Shah had spread soft grass in anticipation that she might jump this side. Hurriedly they lifted her, hid her in the backside room and made her lie down.
Tilok Bai Ji was unconscious. There was no fracture of bones but her body got badly bruised and some thorns pierced and some parts of her body had turned blue.
They took out the thorns and applied ointment, sprinkled watep on her face but she did not gain consciousness in this way. Ghulu Shah noticed damage to a bone in the head.
At that time Mehtab waited near the palace to check if any sentry was watching. But since nobody came down and it became all quiet, then she came to her own house. Ghulu Shah who was up till now looking after Tilok Bai Ji decided to go and fetch a doctor. By the time he brought the doctor Tilok Bai Ji got fever. The doctor applied ointment on her head and bandaged the head. He gave some medicine to be taken orally. She has high fever. Tilok Bai Ji is not unconscious now. She talks irritatingly. One Guru-Devotee went to inform the congregation that Tilok Bai Ji's honour is saved. Her life is saved. The other remained in service to her.
On the other side everybody had drunk excessively and dozed off to sleep. In the morning Zena, on some pretext made the king leave early. When she got the news that Tilok Bai Ji has reached her congregation, then she informed the king that she managed to throw away the dead body far so that the servants who work in the garden should not come to know about it.
In the afternoon Zena called Mehtab and told her not to worry. She said: I have closed the doors of search for Tilok Bai Ji.
Tilok Bai Ji is being looked after without any worry. The treatment is going on but she has not regained proper consciousness. At one time the doctor said that she might nof survive but one day fortunately her temperature came down. Her head injury also became alright, ohe regained full consciousness and slowly got strength and became alright. When she became strong ev-'-pK'h then they decided to depart. Tilok Bai Ji and the two Guru-devotees dressed as Pathans. Ghulu Shah and Mehtab dressed like servants. They travelled in comfort but after they had travelled a long distance, they reached a village that was looted by dacoits in the night time. Some wounded and bruised were writhing in pain without food and water. Those of the village who ran away on seeing the dacoits had not returned to their village till then.
On seeing the suffering of the villagers they stopped their bullock carts and got busy in treatment to the wounded and bruised villagers. The Gurudevotees, Mehtab and Ghulu Shah applied ointment and bandaged the wounded and bruised. The bullock cart owner also helped. They gave wa/^ to the wounded to drink. The ladies cooked food. They milked some cows and buffaloes and boiled the milk. They served hot milk. They bestowed love that gave strength to the minds of the village people.
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At Anandpur today, it is the birthday of the true Guru Ji. The sun emitted rays. All round preparations are going on. It seems delight is born today and happiness is swelling with happiness. The devotees have thronged and are waiting: Now the beloved Guru Ji will arrive. Now the Prince-sons will shortly come. Now the 'Guru Ji with the Plume5 will give a discourse. But the sun rose, it became noon, then afternoon but the beloved Guru Ji did not come nor the Prince-sons arrived.
Everybody is astonished: He did not attend the morning assembly. He is not at the bank of river Satluj. He is not in any of the forts. In this wait of congregation one Guru-disciple came running and said: The true Guru Ji met me while going downside accompanied by four Prince-sons and five 'Ideal men' and ten to fifteen soldiers. They made their horses gallop at break-neck speed. I have been instructed to tell you that birthday shall be celebrated on day-after-tomorrow and not today. On listening to the message the congregation thought that the miraculous Guru Ji himself knows where to shower his love. Either somebody is in pangs of love or somewhere some devotees are in distress. He being a saviour, being a support for his devotees, who says, "I am nothing without my disciples55 has gone to allay some sufferings. Maybe he is attracted to some pull from some devotees.
Guru Ji is galloping the horse at break-neck speed. The horses are bathing in sweat. He is moving like the sea moving upstream several kilometres from the confluence where the river meets the sea. He said to his beloved sons and devotees: See, the delight in the forest. Food is being cooked. Congregation is eating. How much ecstasy is there? The Lord has showered rapture. Birthday is being celebrated. This birthday celebration has made the usual birthday celebration wait for two days. Saying this, the beloved Guru Ji and party reached the looted village in the afternoon.
By now all the wounded and bruised had already been bandaged. All were lying and resting on beds. They had eaten whatever they wished.
Ghulu Shah, Mehtab, Tilok Bai Ji and some more devotees who did service to the wounded were standing and praying: O beloved Guru Ji! You bless. You eat this food and then we shall have food blessed by you. Everyone was so much engrossed in the prayer that even the tapping of the horses5 feet did not disturb. The miraculous Guru Ji who loved his disciples got down from his horse and stood there. The beloved Prince-sons, the five 'Ideal men' and other disciples who had accompanied also stood behind.
When the prayer finished and recitation of the words "Welfare to all as per your will55 finished and everyone bowed down, then they heard a voice.
"I am so hungry. Bring food quickly". On seeing the beloved true Guru Ji actually amidst them, everyone's mind swelled with love like a tidal wave. Like a calf meets the cow, everyone clamped the beloved Guru Ji's feet. They got so much happiness and love in meeting Guru Ji that they went into trance. The beloved Guru Ji patted them on their heads and said: You have not treated the wounded, you have comforted me. O moon faced Mehtab! O my loving Ghulu Shah! You have not done service to Tilok Bai Ji. It was service to the three worlds. You did not free the damsel from captivity. You freed me from captivity. Today whatever service you did I feel that comfort. You have celebrated my birthday. You have done service to me.
In showering love on everybody the beloved Guru Ji's own eyes filled with nectar. For a long time he stood holding the dear disciples with his hands. Then he opened his eyes, smiled and said: "My beloved disciple is he who is immersed in the love of the Lord and wishes good for all".
Then Guru Ji visited the wounded. He wished them early recovery. Then he said to his Prince-sons: These disciples who have done so much service are my sons. They are your brothers. I am of the Lord. My family is of the Lord.
The magnificent Guru Ji and everyone ate food. Today, Tilok Bai Ji ate food from the common kitchen that we call Guru Ji's kitchen. She bade good-bye to the habit of 'Separate cooking'.
Guru Ji sent his soldiers to call back those who had left the village in fear. He ordered some soldiers to stay here as security guards.
Everyone returned to their homes and life became normal in the village. Guru Ji gave some money to the needy. At night the congregation assembled and sang divine songs {Kirtan), Tilok Bai Ji opened her violin to sing divine songs for the Beloved Guru Ji 'King of the spiritual sphere.' She sang a divine song in superb melody. They spent the night, sometime in singing divine songs [Kirtan) and sometime in sleep.
In the morning they departed for Anaudpur. The birthday celebration at Anandpur was fixed for the next day.
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