late night but the king has not come to his palace. The queen is lying jLunconscious. Nurses are checking her pulse and maids are pressing her feet. Doctor is sitting nearby. He has given medicines but the effect of medicines is not visible. Messengers after messenger have gone to bring the king but he has not arrived as yet. It was after midnight that King Udai Sen entered the palace. On seeing the queen in an unconscious state he felt nervous. He asked the doctor. The doctor said: It is some sudden shock that she became unconscious. The critical period is over. Now she is recovering. Her pulse has become normal. Her breath is normal. She shall soon regain consciousness. There is nothing to worry.
Then the king asked the chief maid: What happened?
The maid said: Your Majesty! She was sitting hale and hearty and talking. She asked about the battle that is going on across the river. When somebody said that the Hill rulers have won and the Guru was encircled by the enemy troops, wounded and killed then she looked this side that side, became quiet, she did not even blink her eyes and fell down unconscious. Since that time she is unconsciousness. The doctor has tried his best but she is still unconscious.
King understood that the queen's inner emotions have felt the shock and that has made her unconscious. He thought for a moment. Then the king asked the doctor and maids to wait outside. He rubbed the queen's hand with his hands with love and pressed it softly. Then he put his mouth near her ears and told her in a slow voice: Darling! Guru has reached Bisali hale and hearty. He kept on repeating these words for full twenty minutes when suddenly her eyes opened. King then rubbed her head with love and said: Guru has reached Bisali safe and sound.
Queen: What? What have you said?
King: Guru is hale and hearty. He has reached Bisali.
Queen: What? Has he reached Bisali?
King: The Guru is hale and hearty.
Queen: Burn Nikko's tongue.
King: Yes, he is safe and sound.
Queen: Say on oath that he is alright.
King: It is true. It is true. He has pushed the enemy back, crossed the river and camped at Bisali. Queen: Where?
King: He has arrived in the kingdom of Bisali along with his family and army.
Queen: And what about the enemy?
King: Across the river they are beating their heads. They are crying over losing the battle. The Nawab ran back to Sirhind.
The queen's eyes closed. It was not unconsciousness. In thanks and happiness she was emotional and shed tears. The more tears she shed, the more her head became cool, consciousness returned and she regained strength but she was not able to move.'
For another two days she was not strong enough to leave the bed. She was otherwise alright but weakness did not leave her. On the third day she regained good strength.
It is evening. The stars are shinning. The sky has become clear after a light drizzle and is looking glossy. A soft and gentle breeze is blowing. The queen's bed is laid in the open. The king is sitting close by. No maids or servants are near. In a relaxed environment conversation is going on.
Queen: Oh Lord! How long shall you remain quiet? When shall we have his glimpse?
King: We shall have his glimpse when the Lord wills. You tell! Kow you got the shock?
Queen: Oh! I feel scared even to remember. King: If you feel sad, then do not narrate.
Queen: No! I shall tell you. Nikko came running inside and said. The
enemy has won, the Guru got wounded and Stop! I cannot utter
more. I saw darkness. The world seemed dark black and I fell down.
King: Nikko is crazy. He is a Super power. Actually on that day one of his commanders Sahib Chand was killed and the valor that the super-valiant showed while fighting created an impression that it was the Guru himself. So the rumor spread like that. That was the first absurd news that Nikko brought and announced it to you. It is sad but thanks to the Lord that the news was untrue and actually what happened was the reverse tiiat he has reached this side of the river safe and sound. To cross the river with all the army along with the wounded as also dead bodies was a victory that left the enemy demoralized. Wazir Khan ran back scratching his head. All the kings are repenting with their empty treasuries and their insult in losing the battle, although they are showing off that they have made the Gururun away across the river. The Guru is staying with the King of Bisali. His valiants are taking rest. He goes for hunting and even enters the kingdom of the ruler of Bilaspur but the ruler is unable to do anything.
Queen: When shall we go? When shall you call him?
King: Whenever he calls us, whenever he comes.
Queen: Why don't you melt your heart now? Why don't you have mercy on me and yourself? When there is love, then why keep the mouth shut?
King: Who is that who does not have mercy on one's self or one's own but divine will prevails. Love and silence is real love. Love and clamour or love and shout is trading in love.
Meanwhile Nikko maid again came but today she is smiling. Mistress! Today I have brought good news.
Queen: Tell only if it is true news. Don't give me unnecessary headache.
Nikko: My Mistress! It is true news. The Guru has settled at Bisali. The congregation has started coming but from nearby areas. It is possible he may stay here permanently. He might not go across the river. He has come near.
Queen: It is good news but it is stale. Tell some more good news.
Nikko: Yes! I will tell! When he goes for hunting he goes far. Yesterday he put his sacred feet in our kingdom also. It was his grace.
On listening to this the Queen's eyes filled with tears. However, the King's eyes closed.
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When the true Guru colonized Paonta in the land of the King of Nahan and spent a good time on the bank of river Yamuna, then he blessed King of Nahan. The King prayed to the Guru to stay in his kingdom. He became devoted to the Guru and did service to him.
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This queen was a young girl at that time and bom in a princely family.
Later, the Guru went to Paonta and then after sometime to Anandour.
Her parents started looking for a biidegroom. She had already imbibed love of the Holy Scripture in her mind. She recited the scripture everyday with great devotion. Her mind was already enlightened by the divine glimpse of the Guru. By the Guru's grace she got the sensation of the presence of the Lord in her mind, heart and body. Her mind was elevated. She had felt the sixth sense.
When the parents were on the look out of a bridegroom, she was adult and intelligent. Fearlessly, she said to her mother: Do not send me in the house of those who are against the Guru. Almost all kings in the hills are jealous of him. Like our Nahan princely families have love and regard for him, some similar house should he alright.
Moms5 hearts are soft towards their daughters. That softness has delicacy. The family searched from across river Satluj, river Ravi, river Yamuna but either the kings were against the Guru or where the kings were not against the Guru, there no prince was found.
After a great search the Prince-son of King of Bibhaur was found. Here it became known that the King has never fought with the Guru but the nature of the Prince could not be ascertained whether he has love for the Guru or jealousy. With more efforts, it became known to Mom through this Nikko maid that the Princeson has a quiet nature. It is difficult to know his mind. But whenever there is a battle and it is talked in the King's Hall of audience, the Prince-son says: Leave these Hill kings. They are stupid. This attitude of Prince-son saves the King from the battles. On learning about the attitude of the Prince-son, Mom thought that he appears to be good and the marriage was celebrated with great delight.
When the girl reached Bibhaur, then she found the princely family without any jealousy towards the Guru. Whatever she heard sometimes was that the Prince-son always takes the Guru's side.
Now she became eager that somehow my husband should imbibe Gurulove. Since she was regular in reciting the scripture 'Pearls of Peace' [Sukhmani\, she recited it loudly. The Prince-king listened everyday but did not say anything.
Many times she praised the Guru and love of scripture and showed her. eagerness to have blessings of Name from the Gum. The Prince-son listened but mostly he did not reply. However, sometimes he said that fruits planted flourish by themselves. Some more time passed. The Prince became the King and she became the Queen. His Majesty had more powers and more freedom.
The King did not go in for a second marriage. Instead his love for his wife increased.
The Queen got more powers and facilities but her wish to see her husband in Guru-love remained unfulfilled.
Otherwise Queen noticed that the young King refused to listen to other kings on joining any battle against the Guru. In the state the Guru-devotees were treated with respect and if there was any problem of Guru-disciples, he favored the Guru-disciples.
But not visualizing the Guru-praise or recitation of scripture or endeavor of recitation of the Lord's name the queen said: O Destiny! When you wrote many comforts for me, then my inner wish that my husband should be Nameloving and Guru-loving, you left it blank. But my scripture-love shall itself put the line and put it beautifully.
Whatever best she thought, she tried and did to fulfill her wish but to no avail. However, she did feel that something was hidden.
One night, Queen and King talked till late. The queen recited scripture. The king listened but did not say anything. Then they slept. Around 2:00 A.M. King woke up, looked at Queen's bed and became sure that she was asleep. King softly slipped away. But today Queen was awake. Astonished to see King having got up so early, she followed him stealthily. King went to another room took out a key and opened the door that apparentiy looked like a cupboard. The door opened. There were stairs inside. He went down the stairs and the door closed. Queen remained watchful. It was still night when she heard a soft rumbling from the cupboard. She could judge that the king was coming up and she hurriedly ran back and lay down as if fast asleep. King came, saw the queen sleeping as before and he himself lay down and slept. Now it was time for the queen to wake up. She got up, had her bath, recited scripture and said a prayer. The day ascended. She woke up the king as usual, helped him get ready, served breakfast and then the king went to his Hall of audience.
Ladies are more eager to know. The pious queen is most astonished, "What is behind the cupboard?" Today fortune favored. The king forgot to carry the keys. So, after the king had left she sent out the maids and bolted her door. The queen opened the cupboard-looking door with the key and went downstairs. She found another door but that was not locked. She opened the door and went inside. It was a small room with caroet laid on the floor. A wooden platform was placed. On it was placed a small cot and a whisk was lying besides. In one wall was a space where a bowl of water was kept. On
looking minutely the queen saw one cupboard. When she opened that, then she saw that a small size Sri Guru Granth Sahib was resting. On seeing the lovely Sri Guru Granth Sahib her head bowed down but in extreme love and emotion, she spoke loudly as if in anger: O Fortune! You play tricks! You gave me a husband who has so much Guru-love, then why you kept me in suspense? You placed my wish close to my heart and yet kept me unaware. Why this wondrousness?
(Nodding her head) Ah ha! Thanks to the Lord! My worthless body has remained in service to a Guru-beloved. Thanks O Lord! I have a husband who is a Guru-beloved. It does not matter if I did not know. Fate has no heart. Firstly, it does not bestow the wish one has. When it bestows, then it puts a curtain on the eyes. Thanks to the Lord! His grace has removed the curtain from my eyes. Thanks O Lord! My suspense is gone.
The queen now with great respect opened the Holy Sri Guru Granth Sahib. She shed tears, of happiness and thanks. She recited a stanza. She placed the silken cover on it. Again she bowed down, shed tears in thanks and came away. In that ecstasy she forgot to close the Holy Granth Sahib.
She climbed the stairs, locked the door with the key and came to her room.
Today, the young king came back from office late, was tired and went to sleep early. As usual when the gong struck two, he got up saw the queen sleeping and slipped away.' The queen was actually awake. She followed. The young king unlocked the door, lighted a candle, locked the door from inside and went downstairs. To his surprise he saw that the holy Granth Sahib was laid open on the platform with silk cover on it. He was so much astonished and wondered that he forgot to bow down. Then he thought: Maybe I forgot. In this thinking, he felt sorry. He bent on his knees, bowed down and with tears in eyes prayed: O King-ship! I am careless in the Guru's hall. Why do I not remain alert in the Guru's hall like a servant in Guru-love?
Thus heaving a sigh his mind turned a bit. Oh! Lord's will! Beloved Gum! Please forgive me.
Then he sprinkled some water on his face, wiped and sat in meditation. For some time he sat in meditation and concentrated his mind but again the same thought came and instead of concentration of mind it reasoned. He remembered with certainty that he had closed the Holy Granth Sahib properly. His mind was shocked: Oh! How his closed secret has been revealed? His
mind became a bit agitated. He got up and paced in the room. While walking he noticed some glitter on the carpet. He bent down. It was a thread of gold. He became more eager to search. Then he found a pearl. O Lord! O Lord! Then he searched more. He found one broken string of small pearls. O My darling! After all, you have revealed my secret. You have revealed. O Lord! My wish that my love should remain a secret is unfulfilled.
When a man does not speak, then he is a closed box. One does not know what is inside. When he speaks out, only then one knows what is inside. I was absolutely quiet, I kept the lid closed, but you playful Darling! You have revealed my inner secret. Well! I hope it is none else. Who else can be? This gold wire has fallen from her scarf. These pearls on her scarf, I got them from Lahore to be fixed on her scarf. O Darling thief! A thief s memory fades. He is in haste to run away from the spot so that he is not caught and remain safe. This haste fades his memory. Many times he leaves some signs. Then the thief is caught through those signs. In a hurry she did not care for the fallen pearls. In a hurry she forgot to close the Holy Granth Sahib.
In these thoughts the king came upstairs, took his bath, dressed up, then went down, read the Holy Scripture, closed the Holy Granth Sahib, then bowed his head and prayed with extreme love: O Benevolent! I should remain steadfast in your love that you have blessed me. You give me strength to keep it up. This love-spark should remain deep in the core of my heart. Today, my secret is out. Please give strength to my darling wife that she may keep her lips locked and this secret should not go beyond her. Yes! If you are benevolent, please do give me a glimpse in sacredness. My love should be the unseen pang, your glimpse the sacred remedy. Please do fulfill my wish to keep this Guru-love hidden.
The queen is sitting in her room. A soft breeze is blowing. Today, the king has come home early. The queen is reciting the scripture 'Pearls of peace\ He came, sat down and listened to the recitation. She finished recitation. "The words of saints are words superb Invaluable gems are these pearls. " These lines are echoing in the king's ears and giving a feeling of ecstasy. "These words of saints, these words of love, they are invaluable pearls and gems." Pearls and gems are kept hidden. Yes! How can love be winnowed on a winnowing tray? It is gem. In this thought he placed the broken string of pearls and the golden wires in front of the queen and said: Who throw the
pearls like this, how do they recite: They are invaluable pearls and gems? The queen seemed to be in a fix but soon she said: Oh! Even my secret is revealed.
When the queen found out the secret of the king, then she thought that she has accomplished a feat but seeing the pearls and golden wires in the king's hand. She realized that even her secret is out.
Both are sitting opposite each other as if thief of the other but they are not ashamed because nobody is the thief, the matter is of principle. Their eyes meet each other and feel a common love i.e. Guru-Love.
The queen listened to her husband's words and was quiet for a while.
Then she spoke: Pearls and gems are kept inside safely but are meant to show sometimes. If they are not to be shown at all, then whether they are in the mines or in boxes, it is the same, then why the jewellers and why the buyers?
King: But to keep them safe from thieves boxes are required.
Queen: But the keys are in the hands of owners.
King: One keeps the keys hidden more safely than the gems.
Queen: The keepers of the keys do not give the secret of keys to anyone except their master.
King: Thanks darling for this assurance! If the hot air goes away, the bricks in the kiln remain soft.
Queen: But the good things flourish in light. The sun and the moon do not require curtains or veils.
King: If the seeds do not hide, then they do not sprout. They do not grow and become trees. If the roots do not remain hidden, then the plants & trees wither.
Queen: But the fruits do not ripen in dark.
King: But the seed that has to flower again sits hidden even in the ripe fruit.
Queen (after thinking): Does brightness requires hiding.
King: Brightness hides itself in its own dazzle and glare. The sun has no veil but who can look at it.
Queen: Then the sun of love should rise with magnificence and pomp.
King: The love-spark is like a scintilla. It glows when slightly hidden. It cannot withstand the puff of air.
Queen: Has a spark hidden in boxes of cotton? Has a love-spark remain hidden in the heart?
King: Have you seen anyone winnowing it in a winnowing basket.
Queen: That is O.K. But see! The bee comes to the lamp. What veil does it wear or in which lap it came hidden?
King: Does the bee ever make a noise while coming or sacrificing or writhing. There is love and veil, love and hide. Queen: Is love dumb. King: No! It is shy. It is modest.
Queen: If someone speaks love, should he kill that love. If someone shows love, should we stop that love?
King: Love doesn't need to speak or show. Queen: The fire in the kiln bums inside only.
King: No. Combustion of the living body is neither a flame nor a scintilla, neither smoke nor fire, even then it keeps the body warm. It is a surety of life. Queen: I do not understand.
King: Have you ever seen the combustion in the body. But it is there. It heats the body and guards the body.
Queen: When the love is from the heavens, then why a difference between inside and outside.
King: The inside connection should remain inside. The outside actions should remain outside. The inside connection should not tear the outside veil. The outside actions should do goodness outside. With people one may mix up in gardens, markets but love-meetings should be inside the palace.
Queen: The scripture says: The gem that I have found is visible on my forehead.
King: It has not been fixed on the forehead by gum like a dot. A hidden gem is found. It is kept in a closed palm tightly. But the effect of keeping it is that it shows signs of its presence on the forehead.
If it does not remain hidden, that is its own specialty. That is its own specialty or nature, but whoever has found, what is his duty? Keeping it in the heart and hide it in as many ways as possible.
Queen: Yes! It is written in the scripture but who can hide the sun? Who can put a veil on love? Who can hide the Lord?
King: Whoever has found the Lord has hidden him.
Queen: Then what about persons like me? I had a glimpse. I felt cool. I got a wavy sensation of the Lord. My parents thought of my marriage. I could not hide my sensation. Forgetting all norms I told my mom. I have Guru-love in me. Do not marry me in the house of those who are envious of the Guru. If I had hidden my Guru-love, then I would have been sitting in a house envious of the Guru. Now, I feel that if the principle is to hide, then I am a culprit.
King: Principle is neither to hide nor to reveal. Principle is to love and remain steadfast in love. It gives ecstasy. Enjoy the ecstasy and be contented.
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Some people show off. They are beggars to gain importance and they love to gain appreciation from people. Some people hide so that their hiding may be brought to light and they get more importance. Both ways it is the same. One should love, have respect for that love. One should realize the value of that love, one should keep it hidden, then one shall have peace of mind. Without a desire to make it visible, if it becomes visible, than one is powerless! For those whose mind is not influenced by appreciation, they may dance and love. Those who do not care for criticism, they may go any way but for persons of my nature, the way is to hide. For me I wish that my secret should remain a secret. My love-spark is small. It should be kept away from the puff of air. My longing should not reach my beloved through my tongue. I am a small moth.
Queen: Is your wish worldly or Spiritual?
King: My wish is for tranquillity of mind, only for the inner blossom of mind. I do not hide because the hill kings are envious of Beloved Guru and they shall be angry with me or if I meet him openly, then the Mughal ruler shall seize my kingdom. If I meet him openly, then the Guru shall become my ally. This is a gain but I am not thirsty for this gain. My love-spark is small. I love it like a miser loves his wealth. Maybe it is influenced by an evil eye. Maybe it slips away from me. Maybe somebody exploits. I hide it so that it remains steadfast. Yes! My love-scintilla is small. It has to be saved from a shaip breeze. The nightingale sings her love song and charms the world but the moth is small, poor and humble. It sacrifices itself quietly. The partridge dances in love for the moon but the lotus does not blink in the glimpse of the sun. The rain bird sings prew-prew and makes the forest a house of music. But the ruddy Sheldrake pair keeps itself joint and in-separable. If one is shot the other falls dead along with it. Love has many forms. Kit is not show, then it is love, that may be in any form but according to my thinking and liking it is to hide.
Queen: In the wish that you may join me in Gurulove, I made a mistake that I interfered in your wish that no one else should know your secret and I stealthily grabbed your secret. I beg your pardon. But my repentance or my feeling sorry cannot bring the situation of 'You and Guru-love and no one else having any clue.'
King: You need not worry about that. I am not angry. I am sure this secret shall not go out any further. And then it is known to someone who is a beloved and not a stranger. This is Lord's will. Who knows this is arrival of some goodness. I also have a love pang to fall at the feet of the 'Guru with the plume5. The intuitive has to fulfill my wish. Maybe this is the first sign of that
auspicious moment I also have a deep desire for a glimpse. Maybe this is a first puff of fulfillment. Oh! Lord. Oh! Beloved Guru!
Saying this, the King tightened his lips, closed his eyes, his face and body trembled, eyes shed tears that were absorbed in the eyes and he was in trance.
The queen did not know that her husband had so much deep love for the 'Guru with the Plume5 in the core of his heart. She felt a sensation in her heart and her eyes filled with tears.
Ajit Singh: It is a beautiful forest.
Magnificent Guru Gobind Singh: Yes! One feels as if one has come home after a foreign jaunt.
Ajit Singh: It is scenic and loving. Beloved Guru: Is it the Kingdom of Bisali?
Sobha Singh: Magnificent Guru! We have left behind the boundary of Bisali.
Beloved Guru: O.K. Then it is another kingdom. Today we have traveled many kilometers.
Sobha singh: Yes my lord! We are now in the kingdom of Bibhaur.
Beloved Guru: O.K. It is Bibhaur.
Ajit singh: Shall we get good prey?
Beloved Guru (smilingly): Very good.
(Meanwhile a herd of mottled deer passed in front.)
Ajit Singh: Here the prey is within target range. It is presenting itself.
Beloved Guru: One feels fragrance of love in this state.
Sobha Singh: The king is a quiet person. He speaks less. Sits in the court himself and does justice. The subjects are happy. Poverty is less. He has married once only. He loves his queen quite much. The queen is a Gurudevotee. She belongs to a princely family of Nahan. She loves the Holy Scripture. She is charitable. The king is not a Guru-devotee. He is neither charitable. Sometimes he goes for hunting. He is somewhat peace loving and calm.
Beloved Guru: Calm waters are deep. Deep waters flow calmly.
Ajit singh: Magnificent Guru! We have come quite far. Our companions axe left far behind. We should return.
Beloved Guru: The mind wants to return but the steps are moving forward.
Ajit singh: Why not we rest here? You relax. I shall bring the paraphernalia here.
Beloved Guru: The mind doesn't stay. It wants to go further ahead.
Sobha singh: Let us go ahead. Beloved Guru! We have never stopped even in King Bhim Chand's kingdom and here the kingdom is of a pious king. Guru: Only piousness or fragrance of love also? Sobha Singh: The queen is a Guru-devotee. Conversing like this they kept moving their horses.
Meanwhile, they saw another group of hunters coming from the opposite side. In a few moments they reached near. The Head of the group got down from his horse, came forward, bowed down and said: We are fortunate! You have put your sacred feet on our land.
Guru: (Blessed him with his arrow)! We feel delighted to enter this kingdom. We feel very nice, how do you do?
Head: It is Lord's grace. I am the Chief Minister of the state. Our king is very pious. Yesterday, I told him that you enter our state sometimes while hunting. How should we welcome? His Majesty said: The entire land in the world belongs to the Lord and the Guru. Kings and Princes, all are managers and not owners. O Magnificent Guru! See! Our king is reserved. He talks little but indicates all that he means. I have to search the meanings in his words. I have sent orders to all officials that they should give utmost respect to you and they should be at your service for whatever you require, like milk, groceries & food. I was out on a hunting spree that I learnt about your arrival. That is how I have come to ask you for service.
Guru: O Minister! We feel as if we have reached Anandpur. We feel you are our own. It is our own home, our own kingdom. You live happily. Your kingdom may flourish. King may live long!
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Queen: Majesty! I have heard that respected Guru has made our land sacred by putting his sacred feet in our kingdom. King: Who has told you? Queen: Nikko has told.
King: This Nikko is a Super detective. The Guru visited the forest only a couple of hours ago and I have received the news from our intelligence services just now. How this Nikko flew and saw.
Queen: She has ears of an elephant.
King: But how?
' Queen: One milk-woman came. She is a refugee from Pothohar who have come and settled in our kingdom. She was coming from her village to the city carrying a pot of milk on her head when she saw the true Guru in the forest.
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She stood and said: Have a little milk. The true Guru said: Why?
She said: I don't know why. On seeing you, I feel joy. Guru: Why?
She said: I do not know. My heart feels joy. My eyes throb. My head feels exhilarated and desire comes. You drink milk. Magnificent Guru: Who am I?
She said: I do not know who you are. Automatically a desire has come. Beloved Guru: Will you take money for it?
She said: If I sell milk. I sell my son. If I sell my son, that what is left?
Magnificent Guru: How can I drink without paying for it?
She said: Your look towards me poor gives ecstasy. What else should I
ask?
Beloved Guru: I won't drink without paying.
On listening to this she cried. Her eyes closed. Her face turned pale. Then she opened her eyes, heaved a sigh and said: I do not know since how many eras I am carrying the milk and searching you. Why don't you have milk?
Saying this she went crazy.
Then she said: What price should I take? If I take money it shall finish in a couple of days. Must you pay? You drink, you must drink. You pay. You drink milk. You pay. You are benevolent. You are gracious. You show your grace. Money will finish. If I sell to you, then at least I get a shower of your grace. Ohl.Ramj Oh! Krishna! Oh! Lord! Oh! Me! Oh! Money, Oh! Glimpse, is it glimpse, is it the Lord? Oh! Me! (In more craziness) Oh! It is going! Milk is going! Milk is going to the sea! You chum it out from the sea! Then you may drink! I am going to the world of sensation.
She talked like this.
The 'Guru with the Plume5 responded to her extreme love. His forehead became lustrous seeing the extreme love.
Next moment he jumped down from his horse. He himself lifted the bowl from her head and drank the milk.
Her mind became tranquil. She said: Thanks O Lord! Which is the country? The King of that country took away my bowl and drank the entire milk. Who was that handsome and magnificent King? He left me here. Oh! What is this sensation in my body? What my body cells are reciting "G Lord" "Waheguru"? How have I become light like a flower? Where has my weight gone? How is the recitation of "O Lord" "Waheguru" going on? O Yes! This is the price I got for the milk. That was the country of the Lord. This must be the currency
of that country, nice that I got the price. Me! Stupid, said: "You drink free." He said, "You take the price". How could I know the price? How could I know the price was not money, it was Himself! Himself! Himself! O World! Laugh! I gave cow's nectar. I got Lord's nectar. Welcome everybody. The trader has come. Give cow's nectar. Take its price. The price is Lord's nectar. O My Lord!
Thus reached the milk-woman in the city in such wondrousness and rapture, she was known to Nikko. Nikko brought her home and loved her and was hospitable to her. Whatever Nikko heard from her, she has narrated. This milk-woman is now fully conscious and alert. She has narrated her own story whatever she remembered. The rest, one of her friends who accompanied her has told. Her friend knew that he was Magnificent Guru Gobind Singh. She had been to Anandpur once. But this milk-woman did not know till now who he was. When she regained full consciousness, then she came to know that she offered milk of the 'Guru with the Plume' and got the price 'Lord's Name'. The king listened to the narration. The queen looked at his face intently. Several times the queen became emotional, her eyes filled with tears but the king's face remained the same. No emotion was visible. Once or twice his eyes blinked but it was hardly noticeable.
The Queen could not stop herself. Vehemently she said: Now I know that you are in Guru-love. Even on listening to such wondrousness and power of the Guru, you have not felt any pull and pang of love.
King: The sensation of the inner world should remain inside.
Queen: No stranger is sitting. I know your innermost feelings. You could have let your feelings of the heart come out. The inner feelings would have given pleasure outside also.
King: Someone is a nightingale, someone is a moth. How can the nightingale fly like a moth?
Queen: But my reading is that you lock your mind.
King: Demons be better locked. The moment you free them, they shall ride on you.
Queen: Why you call it demon. It is a love-spark. Let it brighten up.
King: If one has a love-spark, then one should keep it safe inside. If you speak it out, then the love-spark becomes dim. If you show it in heaves and sighs, then its luster becomes dim. The inner mind should melt and flow without letting know the eyes, forehead, cheeks, lips or emotion. Have you not heard? The right hand should give charity without letting the left hand know. Similarly, if the heart loves, then the sensation should go towards the inner self. Why should it go outwardly towards the five senses?
Queen: Oh! Me! Ignorant! You have so much patience. But does the mind not crave for a glimpse?
King: You can imagine. You know my inner feelings. Now won't you be quiet.
Queen: Sorry for being disrespectful to you. I assume that your heart craves for a glimpse like mine. Then how shall the wish for a glimpse be fulfilled? How shall it happen by keeping quiet?
King: See! This body, mind, soul, lifetime, kingdom and my darling 'you', I have got without asking. The savior Lord knows the wishes of the dumb * also.
Queen (cried): Come! Let us go to Bisali to have his glimpse.
King: Has any plant, tree or flower walked to the Gardener. The Gardener himself goes to each and every plant, waters it and looks after it. O Queen! The plants never run to the Gardener.
Queen: Does it mean that no seekers of the Lord, disciples, ascetics, pandits should go to saints or prophets?
King: Well! They may go. But those who have no strength do not go. The plants do not refrain themselves from going to the gardener for the reason that they have the strength but they do not wish to go. Maybe if they had feet, they would have run. Similarly, I do not have the type of feet that make you walk.
Queen: Then shall we not invite him? The king of Bisali has invited him. The beloved Guru is benevolent. He shall come.
King: Maybe the King of Bisali has close relations with him or maybe the need of the hour was that it became necessary for him to invite. But according to me inviting him is disregardful.
Queen: That means whosoever invites his elders is disregardful. .
King: No darling! It is not what you have understood. The plants do not have a tongue that they may invite the Gardener. "I should invite" "I should invite," Saying this it appeared that tears are going to fall from his eyes but the eyelids closed and the tears remained hidden inside.
Queen: Then how shall our longing get fulfilled?
King: The gardener knows the "quiet-voice" of the plant. He knows that the plants have no strength or feet to walk. He understands the need of the plants more than the plants.
Queen: Well, if somebody reminds the Gardener, then?
King: This Gardener is not the one who strings flowers and makes garlands. He knows the inner feelings of hearts. He is the saviour who strings hearts. He has come from the Lord. He is intuitive.
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Queen: You have so much patience but if the entire world goes on this path, then how much shall the burden on the Gardener increase?
King: The finger of the Gardener can lift the entire world like Goverdhan did. The burden of the world is the suffering of the world. He has come to allay the burden. Why should the entire world go my way? I do not talk so that others may not copy me and go on the way that I go.
Queen: Everybody, all disciples, ascetics, go for his glimpse.
King: Everyone is a servant of his habit. Lord has given them the wish to go walking and given them the strength to walk. Whatever nature God has given me, whatever habits I have imbibed, I have to go according to that. The people who go for his glimpse, I consider them fortunate. I do not say that people should copy my nature but I cannot change my nature. Darling! It might have been better if you had not known my secret. Man needs to know a lot but sometimes it is better if he does not know a certain happening. After knowing my secret you have put yourself in anxiety. I have told you what I am not happy to tell. But I had to tell you since you know my secret. Why should I not tell you when yours and mine pain is common, suffering and comforts are common? It is a relation of love. If you had not known the secret, then the need for you to ask and my replies that are not to your satisfaction would not have risen.
Queen: Today is the first day that you have spoken that we have a relation of love. Otherwise, you have always remained quiet though you have extreme love for me in your heart. I am sorry but I have extreme love for you. It is your goodness that you have taken my questioning lightly and made me understand your thoughts. What you have said is correct but I do not understand why you hide the love.
King: I do not hide. Some things that remain hidden, for them hidden is good. This is my nature. The roots remain good as hidden and trees remain 1 good in light.
Queen: After so many years I have now come to realize that outwardly your nature is rough and impassive but inwardly you have an extremely loving heart, soft heart and pangs of love. As you express your love, you look rough outwardly. Your impassiveness is a sign of inner softness. But how would the world know and become your friend. If somebody becomes your friend, how shall he continue to remain as your friend?
King: You consider me unfortunate on this account. Maybe I have been granted friendlessness by the Lord. Let it be as it is. Some people have the guts to befriend many. Some people befriend one or two. This is one's individual
nature. There is nothing good or had in it. One goes by one's nature. The lane from my heart to my tongue is narrow. The love that goes through that lane gets stuck. This is my problem. I am not pert.
Queen: Well! My Master! Whatever relations we have in this world are of no consequence because they are temporary. But where the heart has met the heart, then why no meeting, not inviting, not writing letters, no message, no contacts of any type? I am short sighted but impatient.
King: Whatever secret of mine you have known, make it unknown. Then your impatience shall go.
Queen: My impatience is my desire that you are blessed with the sensation of the Lord's name. My mind says: The Lord has come to our house. The Ganges has left the Himalayas and come to the plains. It is flowing near our town. Now we should have a holy dip. I shall feel cool on seeing you blessed with the sensation of the Lord's name.
King: You can go to Bisali. You can call him here. Whatever you desire you can do.
Do not ask me to do something that is not in me. I do not have the strength to go. I am not of his status that I should invite him. I have the lovespark in me but a small one. That also is his grace. That is not mine. I have to keep it safe clamped to my heart. It may not slip away in showing.
Queen: If he returns to Anandpur, then?
King: If death takes me away just now, then?
Queen (cried): Stop it. I am sorry (hand folded). For God's sake don't say any bad words. Please stop.
King: Weil! I ask as if you are asking, then what shall we do and I answer: If death takes me away, then my love shall live. The love-spark should never go away. This is the wealth of my miser mind. This is the love-spark of the intuitive saviour of the visible and unseen world. He is sitting inside the body. Whatever he does shall be good.
Queen: You also consider the diplomacy. You have never joined the kings in their battles against the Guru. The Kings are not happy with you on this account.
They all are jealous of you. Whenever they get a chance they shall take revenge. On the other side, we have no friendship with the Guru. He might not come to your rescue in times of difficulty. Is it not advisable that we have a friendship-pact and at least one support is confirmed?
King: Now you have come near another issue. Diplomacy and love both cannot go together. If I meet him with the intention that you have suggested,
then it is not love. Even if it is there my mind says it is artificial or mistaken. This is something that shall make the love a mistaken belief. Without meeting him, I have a feeling of the love-spark pure and clean but meeting in diplomacy casts a shadow on it. O Lord! Please keep my small love-spark pure and clean.
How shall it remain pure and clean?
It shall remain pure and clean if I am steadfast on the path that I am treading at present. Rest is the kingdom! I have not won in a battle. It came by itself. If it is in jeopardy I shall fight. If it goes while fighting let it go. If it remains by fighting, well and good, I won't leave it nor give it away on my own. If it goes away while saving then I shall not slip away at any cost.
Queen: I have lost to you in arguments. My lord! I am sorry I argued so much with you. You are wise. You are good. You go by principles. I am in hurry and impatient. You go on the way that appeals to you. The main need is that the love-cord should not break, the love-spark should not become dim, the love-pangs should remain, the lamp of devotion should not extinguish. You do whatever you feel is positive. You forgive me that I have found out your secret and have drawn your attention towards so much argumentation.
King: Probably, the Lord willed it like that. That is how I consider and thac it what you also consider. Darling! You stop thinking and let me tread on the path that the Lord has put me on.
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Minister (in the King's private drawing ropm): Sir, Your Majesty! When I had a sudden meeting with Magnificent Guru Gobind Singh, I was hospitable to him. I had told you about it in detail. Even before that and afterwards I have sent orders to officials to give him respect and give whatever he requires. What I am told is that whenever he comes for hunting within the limits of our kingdom, he says: The breeze here is as if we are in Anandpur. This indicates his wish to stay here. Diplomacy and piousness is that we invite him with respect, whatever way you wish.
King: "The breeze here is as if it is Anandpur." He feels as if this place is like his own house. Yes! The Lord and the Guru, they are the owners. It is their house. Every house belongs to the Lord.
Minister: Shall we invite him?
King: Does the breeze wait for an invitation? Do the rains come on anybody's invitation?
Minister: Yes! You are right but since I am the Minister, it is my duty to discuss with you what is best for the kingdom and then I have to take orders
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from Your Majesty and do as per your orders. Regarding the invitation, whatever you may order.
King was quiet and he did not give any reply. The Minister knew the king's nature. He discussed some other official issues and went away.
The Minister had developed a habit that when he went home, he sat in solitude and delved upon the unclear and riddle type answers of the king.
Today, he reached home and thought about the King's answers. "Does the breeze wait for an invitation?" "Do the rains come on anybody's invitation?" The breeze comes on its own. He will come on his own. "Do the rains come on anybody's invitation?" The rains do not come on invitation. Meaning: It is not right to invite him. He is very high. If he wishes, he shall come on his own. If he comes, then he is welcome.
In line with these meanings he kept quiet excepting ordering the officials to give all hospitality to Magnificent Guru Gobind Singh.
But he thought: I am the Minister. It is my duty to do whatever is good for my Master's kingdom. Goodness is that Magnificent Guru should come here. We should give him respect and honour. The hill kings should understand that we have a strong support, if we are indifferent to both sides then in times of emergency, who shall support us? It is difficult to know King's nature. He is pious. He doesn't give suffering to anyone. He is a bit impassive and rough but he has no anger. He keeps himself reserved but he is wise and kind. He is quiet. He talks less but whatever he speaks is logical, unvarying and appropriate. Then it is neither a lie nor against diplomacy. He doesn't appear to love anyone but he has no malicious feeling towards anyone. The queen is very nice but the maids tell that he hasn't much love for her. It is also strange that he hasn't married a second time. He does not look towards the maids and servant-women. He doesn't look towards any woman with an evil eye. He never visits any temple nor has kept any idol at home. He does not listen to any religious discourse. He has not been to pilgrimage nor adopted any Guru but any needy person never goes empty handed. He has not stopped any fixed donation to temples. When a needy comes, may be Hindu, Muslim or any religion he gives charity but does not show off. He listens to saints and sadhus but keeps himself reserved. He has stranger like relations with me but he has promoted me. He has paid all expenses for my son's marriage. If I say he is rough, then it is not so. If I say he has a loving nature, then I cannot say it with certainty. One thing however is sure that he is pious and wise but quiet and reserved. I do not know what his happiness is and what his mind thinks? I have no idea. Destiny creates men of such nature rarely! "My Master, you are great! I am fortunate! My duty is to shed blood where you throw water."
One day the King looked a little depressed. When the doctor came, then the Minister suggested: Wont it be nice ii* His Majesty goes out for hunting sometimes? He has no illness. You said, "It is just change of climate that is the cause.55 Since many days His Majesty has not moved out. He had so much work.
The doctor said: That is the best remedy.
The Kong agreed to the suggestion of the doctor and said: O.K.
Next day the Minister took the King for hunting. For the next few days they went for hunting. It was a pleasure for the King. His depression vanished and he became exuberant. Once or twice they heard that Magnificent Guru Gobind Singh is out hunting nearby but they did not come face to face with each other.
One day when the King returned from hunting and went to his wife's room, he heard a soft voice. Softly, he raised the curtain and saw his darling wife in prayers.
He could understand the words. Softly, he moved backward with intention not to disturb her with the sound of his steps or she might feel shy that His Majesty is listening to my prayer. It is better that the worshipper remains alone with the worshipped. However, the King was influenced by the loving words of the prayer even standing outside the doorsill.
The queen was crying and prayed in deep concentration. The words were full of true love and humility. The effect of the sensitiveness of the words of the prayer on the mind of the King was so much that he forgot everything what he thought.
As a tuned instrument resonates with the sound of another tuned instrument, similarly, strung in the love-cord but hidden behind a curtain the King's heart melted with the love of the prayer and flowed in the same stream of love. He touched his head to the doorsill and stood there. He forgot his self and got immersed in the prayer.
Queen thus prayed: O Lord! Please bless my husband. He is so pious and high. He has so much love and devotion. Please give him your glimpse. He has a strong mind. He is tranquil like a pitcher full of water. He does not speak out. I am weak, empty, I speak out, I feel eager, I request, please be gracious, send Magnificent Guru to our humble abode. We should have his glimpse.
Neither I nor my husband has got the sensation of Name in our body. We are still ignorant of what is called incessant recitation of Name. My husband
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is steadfast in your will. But I am giving you trouble with my singing 'O Lord, O Lord5, 'Waheguru, Waheguru' like a partridge. It is impertinent L ^peakbut I am a bird. Maybe my singing is small but I cannot live without singing. O Benevolent! Please listen and be compassionate. O Lord! The intellectuals of music who have learnt the seven tunes and eighty-four ragas and other learned Music Masters are compassionate when they listen to the one, two or three tuned ragas of the birds. You are Music Divine. You are the master of Divine Music. Be compassionate on the small music of this bird. Give us your love. Magnificent Guru comes to this kingdom. He hunts the birds and deer and returns. Please bless that he may also hunt us both. He may shoot an arrow that should pierce our hearts. His eyes may shoot love-arrows that should pass through our longing eyes and pierce our hidden hearts. Please make our human life fruitful. Give us Name. Give us incessant recitation of Name. Give us ecstasy of Name. Give us rapture. Immerse our body soul in the Supreme soul. Please be gracious! O benevolent true Guru! Please be gracious!
O Master of Heavens! O Guru with the plume! Our eyes are longing, our hearts are craving. O Bestowal of wishes! Fulfill our wish.
This prayer from the core of her heart went on for half an hour. The Queer's scarf got drenched with tears of love. The King stood supporting his head on the doorsill immersed in Guru-love. He who looked impassive and rough was so soft hearted and so sensitive to emotions that he got immersed in the sensitiveness of the loving prayer. He stood supported by the wall like a figure sculptured on the wall.
After she finished her prayer, the Queen became alert. Her body was weak but weightless like a flower. She wiped her face and softly came out. When she crossed the doorsill she found the King's body unmoved. She said to her mind: O! Outwardly rough and inwardly soft my lord: You are great. Your sensitiveness is great! Me who prayed is alert and you who only listened is still immersed. You are .great! You are great! Saying this with hands folded she stood at the other side of the door.
A little doubt arose in her mind that the King might be angry why I prayed for a glimpse? This might be impertinence but everybody has his own nature.
Meanwhile, the King lifted my head and opened his eyes. The ears indicated that the voice has stopped. The eyes noticed that the goddess of prayer is standing close by with hands folded.
Softly, the King said: Darling! Your prayer was sweet, loving and deep that enthralled me and I forgot that I should leave you and your Lord alone
arid I should not disturb your solitude. But un-intentionaiiy it happened. I hope you do not mind?
Queen: No! My lord! You tell whether my prayer was not disregardful of your principles?
King: No darling! At the King's door, the musical instruments are played. Divine singing goes on. The drum beaters beat the drum. Trumpeters play the trumpet. Whatever instrument the King has given to someone, he shall play that instrument and that is sanctioned.
[It is forest and hunting] Thaa! Ah! The gun shot. A tall black deer with musk fell dead.
Who shot him? It was the Minister. The entire party reached there.
The King saw and laughed. Then he looked at the fallen deer and said: Oh! How magnificent is the deer? O Minister! You shot the deer and were delighted. I appreciated your aiming the target correctly and congratulated you but what about his companions? How beautifully he leapt. He is in his last breath. How handsome and elegant he stood? He has no strength even to writhe. Oh! King deer! Take rest. This is the end of the body, the cause may be any.
See! Minister! The rest of the line has run away so far. They ran away fast. O Lord! Who is the friend when one is in distress? Some females are looking back. Poor females! They have no power but they have love. There love-spark may remain kindled. Speechless animals! How precious is life but how cheap it goes? How long nature took to create and nurture this handsome body. It took moments to make it lifeless. Living creatures are in abundance but even a small living creature does not wish to leave the earth and when it goes, it leaves so many grieved.
(Looking at the deer) He is writhing in pain. Is it his last gnashing of jaws?
Pain! Oh pain! Everybody wants to run away from it but who is it who saves himself? For everything one has pain. Then pain is a remedy for another pain. The endeavor to keep away from pain is pain. To bear pain is pain. To get rid of pain is pain. Pain gives consciousness and no-pain is unconsciousness. Consciousness and pain are companions. Pain is Guru, pain is teacher and pain shows the path.
If fortune puts you on the path then why should pain come? Ignorance does not let you tread on the path.
When there is pain then one understands that the outward direction of mind gives pain. Then one realizes that the reverse i.e. turning the mind
inwardly shall be a no-pain situation. This string of pain is the stairs of true knowledge.
Yes! The King was startled. The King spoke out today. The Minister and his courtiers heard his discourse.
The King had never faulted. Why today? Is it the influence of the Queen?
Nobody knows but the Minister has turned pale. He thought the King might have felt sorrowful. He has become merciful in seeing the deer dying. He has never talked so much. Today he spoke. It seems his heart felt sorrowful and merciful. It is not good to bring him out for hunting.
Now again the King's tongue spoke out powerlessiy: If an arrow pierces me like this or I am shot and the killer laughs. I die and my subjects cry and my companions run away. Oh! What is life! If a lion pounces upon me while hunting, then do I have to buy death? Death! Death! Why fear death? What is inevitable has to come. Reason may be any. Why fear? Whatever is happening has to happen. (Softly) But these are thought of saints. I am a King. I have to go hunting. I have to fight battles. My mind should not vacillate. But the king and the saints are human and in humans mercy is present.
Now an arrow came in real and went past rustling and hit the dying deer.
Meanwhile an official came and said: O Minister, the 'Guru with the Plume' has come hunting and is close by. See! The arrow that has hit the dying deer is from him. See, his arrows are embedded with five grams of gold. This is the sign of his arrows. Come, he is so near. Your order was to inform you.
Minister to King: If you permit I shall go and meet him. King: Every heart has direct connection with his lord. Who should stop you?
Minister: Will you come along or I should request him and bring him here. It is improper not to meet him when he is so near.
King (smiling): How shall the King go? The Lord of the heavens, the image of the Lord, how shall he come? Why? Is it diplomacy?
Minister: You are the Majesty. Diplomacy is in meeting and it is courtesy also but your thinking is high.
King: A weak sick person cannot reach the doctor.
Minister: My going then ? As you order.
King: There are three lamps. Soul is the light. Intellect is the light. Sensibleness is the light. Whatever one has, it shall guide.
Minister (After a thought): Excuse me! Then I shall go.
King: Yes! Minister, this is the proper way, in kingdom proper-improper and in Spirituality proper-concordance.
The Minister could not understand. He bowed his head, went a short distance and fell at Magnificent Guru's feet.
The Magnificent Guru welcomed him with love and said: Minister! There is fragrance of love in your kingdom. Wherever we go, outwardly people look rough but when we ask something, then are very cool and hospitable.
Minister: It is your grace. It is the King's heart that has influenced the people.
Magnificent Guru: Have you given orders to your men?
Minister: As is the King's wish, the subjects go after him. I am only a Minister. I go by the orders of the King. I am only a servant to pass on the King's wish to the subjects.
Minister: Well said! Today we have not found any prey. Earlier the prey was presenting itself. Where have the animals and deer gone today?
Minister: Today your arrow pierced one deer shot by me. Shot by me, he would have gone to hell. You are the saviour. The arrow from your sacred hands has touched his body. Now he shall go to the Lord's palace. You shot your arrow to give him salvation.
Magnificent Guru (smiling): O Minister! To hunt a man is piousness or evil, to hunt a man?
Minister: You are the giver of life. Death is life at the hands of the saviour. Fortunate is the body that is pierced by your arrow. I have a hard heart. I go by diplomacy and tricks of the trade. But O benevolent! I swear, I shall be fortunate if you shoot an arrow in my body with your sacred hands. At this time, this is my belief. But this belief is not mine. It is the influence of your glimpse.
Magnificent Guru: This mind becomes saintly when reined.
Minister: Magnificent Guru! No. The mind in diplomacy remains in evil but today a jerk has come from the King and on the top of it you are a magnet of love.
Magnificent Guru: How?
Minister: I shot a deer. The king felt sorrowful. That sorrow gave me a feeling of love. Your glimpse has shot a love-arrow that has pierced my heart and allured me. Magnificent Guru stepped forward and hugged the Minister and said: 'O Lord'! 'Waheguru'.
Again he said: O Minister! Is this Bibhaur or 'Land of love'. Love is circling everywhere. Where is the King?
Minister: His Majesty is standing close to the shot deer.
Magnificent Guru: Let us go.
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spark hidden inside was so much that even when he went to Anandpur he drew a figure of the Guru in his heart and a picture in his mind and quietly came away. After that he did not forget the figure. The picture remained in the mind. The love-cord did not break. The remembrance in the heart never faded.
The emotion and sensitiveness that the King felt on the deer having been shot made him speak out powerlessly but again his mind concentrated and he got immersed in his hidden Guru-love. He had sent his servants and companions away and was sitting in trance. He was so much engrossed that he is not aware of 'Guru with the plume' standing in front of him.
Magnificent Guru is delighted to see the King's face whose mind is immersed in Guru-love. Like a cow wishes to hug the calf, the Guru wishes to hug the King. Seeing the King's love, the Guru's heart melted. He is in emotion but the King is engrossed in Guru-love inside his mind and heart and is unaware of the beloved Guru standing in front of him. In whose love the King is sitting immersed, he is unaware of his real glimpse. Yes! He is inwardly having a glimpse and unaware of outside.
The miraculous true Guru was delighted to see this wondrous phenomenon and felt a pull of love but he did not shake the King.
After sometime the Guru shook the King's inner mind by a wavy sensation and asked him to open his eyes.
The King's eyes opened. The glimpse that he saw in his closed eyes, now he saw with his eyes opened. Powerlessly he clamped the Guru's feet. The fountains of tears that he had kept closed in him opened up and started flowing and washed the Guru's feet. When the tidal waves of pangs of love subsided and he got ecstasy and rapture of Name, then in rapture again he clamped the Guru's sacred feet.
Now the magnificent and benevolent Guru opened his eyes, sat down, lifted the King's head and put it in his lap and loved. How much? Howsoever much a poet can imagine and write. 'The Guru with the plume' is quiet. He rubs his sacred hand on the King's head. He touches the King's forehead with his sacred hands. He moves his fingers on the King's -head where the tenth door exists. But he is speechless. The King felt the sensation of the presence of the Lord in his mind, heart and body, even in his body cells. He felt a divine music "O Lord, O Lord" "Waheguru, Waheguru" in his entire body. He is in the incessant recitation of the Lord's name, "G Lord, O Lord", "Waheguru, Waheguru". He is drinking the Lord's name nectar. He is in extreme rapture. He drank the Lord's name nectar. The Lord's name settled in the
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Minister: He is my Master. But you are the image of the Lord. You do not take trouble. (Hesitatingly) Shall I bring him?
Magnificent Guru: Minister! Love is above custom. The custom of love is love. Deep fires pierce mountains. Parents bring up the children. Children are looked after by the parents. Isn't it so Minister?
Minister: O benevolent! It is true. A wise man worries about self but the worries of children are for the parents.
Magnificent Guru: When the mind becomes a child, then the Lord shall do the upbringing. The Lord does the upbringing.
Minister: Your honourable nature is "redeemer of sinners". You only went from Avadh to bless Bheelni, she did not come. You only left Daiyodhan's palace and went to Bidr's house to eat green leafy vegetables and stay there for the night. You only in the incarnation of Guru Nanak went to the north, east, west and south and blessed not one Bheelni, not one Bidr, but went to homes after homes and blessed many and many Bidrs and Bheelnis. Your honourable nature is that of a Gardener. You are looking after the plants. You are the creator, nourisher and saviour. You look after everyone from an ant to a king equally. You are great! You are great!
Magnificent Guru: You may say your mind. But I have to search my people who are craving to meet the Lord, make a congregation, make people Loi; d-loving who should live in the world with inner blossom of mind and they shall be happy in the next world too.
The Minister rode slowly but the honorable natured cGuru with the plume' rode faster. Then he slowed a little, looked towards the Minister and said smilingly: Which side is the King? The Minister with his finger (same road that you have taken) (In his mind he thought: He is intuitive).
The Knower of the inner most feelings of the heart rode alone. The Minister was hesitant to accompany. He wished that the 'Guru with the plume' should go alone. The King might not open his heart and the Guru has Supernatural powers. If the King remains quiet, then the Guru might feel annoyed thinking it as disrespect. But the Minister, although he had met the Guru and realized his greatness, yet he was not aware of 'immersion of body soul in the Supreme soul5 and that the 'sweet-Guru' was. above anger. Magnificent Guru went alone. He saw the King sitting alone at a little distance from the black deer that was shot, no servant was near. The King had asked his companions to go. He was sitting alone. His eyes were closed but the handsome figure" of the Beloved Guru that he had once seen in the guise of a traveller at Anandpur was inside his mind. His wish to keep the Guru-love-
When the true Guru listened to the pure-hearted Queen's prayer that was from the core of her pure heart, then his eyes filled with tears of emotion: Ah ha! What magic is lqve? O Lord! You have created this world for this pure love-nectar5.
When the prayer finished, then Queen opened her eyes. Ah ha! What did she see? The figure in the heart is standing in real. She thought: This is my own imagination. She cleaned her eyes and opened again.
The King's nature is not showing off. He hasn't come forward to say: Oh! The 'Guru with the Plume5 has come. He is standing supporting himself at the door sill engrossed in love and immersed in the Name nectar like a statue and looking on. On the other side Queen is in wondrousness. She closes her eyes and opens. Then again closes her eyes and opens.
The benevolent Guru knows the pang of love. He spoke: O daughter! I have come. ^
The Lord has showered grace on your husband. His body soul is immersed in the Supreme soul and he is in rapture. Come! You also drink the Name nectar.
Queen: You have come! Is it true? No! It is my mind's imagination.
Queen looks this side, that side, puts her palms in front of her eyes and sees. Then steps forward and hesitates. In this perplexed state she sees her husband standing at the door sill. Yes! I am conscious. He has come.
She fell at the beloved Guru's sacred feet. But then she got up and in a delicate voice said: O Benevolent! Have you met my husband?
Guru: Yes! I have met him.
Queen: Beloved Guru! I am impatient. You meet him once again. Please meet him. Please hug my tongue-tied husband. I may see, my eyes shall become cool. Then it shall be my turn to clamp your sacred feet for which I am longing since decades. O Benevolent! Be gracious. Hug my husband first. I may see. My eyes shall become cool.
Seeing this love and sacrifice of love, beloved Guru's eyes filled with tears. He embraced the King. The queen saw. Her eyes became cool. Impatiently, she clamped the Guru5s feet. She became semi-conscious.
Yes! See! The radiant image of the Lord standing, the King who was in pangs of Guru-love is standing on the left in the love-embrace of Magnificent Guru. His darling wife has clamped the Guru's feet and is not willing to leave them.
Magnificent Guru stretched his right hand down. He lifted Queen5 s head with his sacred hand, rubbed his hand on her head with love and said:
heart that was in Guru-love already, that was already enlightened by reading the Holy Scripture that was already away from all vices, that w-is already melted .with love at this time. The mind became full with Name nectar up to the brim and overflowed. Neither the tongue spoke nor the ears heard. The Lord grants whatever one wishes. The benevolent Guru blessed the King, the Lord's name pervaded in the entire body of the King in speechless moments.
The blessed King became exuberant. He looked at the beloved Guru intently. He felt rapture coming from the Guru. He swayed in rapture uttering "O Lord, O Lord55, "V/aheguru, Waheguru."
Now the King who always remained quiet, broke his silence but in another angle of love. His love for his wife was not just love of husband and wife. His love for his wife was holy-companion love. She was also engrossed in Gurulove.
The King had been blessed. But now he wishes that Queen should also be blessed. Her wish and longing to meet the beloved Guru be fulfilled.
The love in the mind said: Pray! Magnificent Guru! Come to the palace. If you go back from here, then how shall Queen have your glimpse?
Softly, (with folded hands) he spoke: Please but then hesitated.
Magnificent Benevolent Guru said: Alright! Tonight I shall stay at Bibhaur. Come! Let us go.
King got up. Both walked. The hunted remained lying and the horses remained tied to the trees. The Minister and courtiers remained behind. The beloved Guru's companions and disciples waited wherever they were. The breeze of love blew towards the palace.
On the right was Magnificent Guru. On the left was the King, the King's hand in the hand of Beloved Guru. They walked and reached Bibhaur.
Nature is intelligent. It knows that the King prefers to remain aloof. No deer or animal came on the way in the forest. No bird flew in the sky. Clouds spread themselves in the high skies so that the sun and moon should not see. Not a soul passed that way. It was night when they reached the city. Without being noticed Beloved Guru and King crossed the city. When they reached the courtyard, King ordered the guard that the Minister's group and Guru's disciples be asked to come to the palace.
Both of them entered the palace and moved forward and reached near m Queen's room.
Here, it was just like yesterday. Queen was in prayers. It was the same that she prayed yesterday. Both Beloved Guru and King stood outside. Then Beloved Guru moved one step further and stood there unmoved.
41.
Bestowal of Forgiveness
Senapati was a poet in the Audience Hall of Guru Gobind Singh. He had a friend, named Hans, who was also a poet and a painter. Many a times Senapati asked the Guru's permission to bring his friend Hans to the Audience Hall, but every time the Guru said: No dear, Hans has no forgiveness.
It is afternoon. Today's congregation is in the Guru's garden. Many intellectuals are sitting. Many disciples are sitting. The Guru came and sat on the throne. All the persons bowed their heads in respect.
After a while, Senapati came, bowed his head in respect and sat down. He wanted to say something but before he could speak, the Guru said: He has no forgiveness. Surely, it is so.
Senapati replied: Maybe, you are right
The Guru again said: Do you want to know the truth? I shall make you know.
The Guru called Bhai Daya Singh and said to him: Go straight up the hilly road and then turn right. There, a sadhu lives in the cave. Take a palanquin along. He is very weak and fragile. Bring him in the palanquin very delicately.
Bhai Daya Singh immediately left to pick up the sadhu. Everybody in the congregation now became attentive to see and listen what astonishment the Guru was going to give. The Guru now asked Senapati to bring his friend inside. Senapati went outside and asked his friend Hans who was standing behind the door to come in. They both came in and sat down.
Shortly after, Bhai Daya Singh entered the Audience Hall with a palanquin. One very thin and fragile sadhu was sitting in the palanquin. His eyes had gone inside. His cheeks had gone inside the face. His body had no strength.