Obeisance to Chandika, the radiant one, Mandika, the nurturer of all. When you are happy, you destroy the sorrow of your servants. You killed the Daynts and saved the Wielder of the Vajra, Inder. Oh Sarasvati/ Bani, complete this Granth. I bow to you.
Sri Bala Sandhur Vaach..
Sri Guru Angad Dev ji, listen to the great Katha of Sri Guru Nanak Dev ji. The Home of Virtues travelled on to where the great city of Delhi was. Guru ji sat in a garden and Bhai Mardana ji sang a Raag with love. Guru ji listened with love. The Raag was loved. After about an hour, everyone went quiet. The Badshah, Sikander Lodhi, had a great big elephant. Where Guru ji was, the elephant was there and died. The Mohavat was crying as he was worried about his work. He was humble and crying. He was crying as though a cheap person lost his money. When Guru ji saw him, he became compassionate. Guru ji asked: “why are you crying? Did someone beat you up, scold you or rob you? Do you not understand your Karma?” The Mohavat saw Guru ji and noticed that he was a great saint. He folded his hands and bowed. He spoke in praising and humbled words: “listen to my state oh Darvish ji: this elephant was big and strong. He became sick and died. Nobody could figure out what was wrong with him. I am the Mohavat of the elephant. This elephant belongs to the Badshah. I made a living by serving this elephant. As the elephant died, I no longer have work. I won’t get paid now. How can I provide for my family? I don’t know anything else by which I can earn a living. I am crying because of this pain. How will I make a living?” Sri Guru ji said: “don’t worry. Kartar gives to everyone. These are just excuses in the world by which he gives. Understand that it is just the Kartar that gives. Don’t cry over the elephant’s death. Do the Simran of the Prabhoo with your mind. It is He who gives birth and gives death. There is no other than the One Vahiguru. He gives everyone sustenance. He will make another medium to give to you. He gives day and night. The saints who are looking for the Prabhoo, they know that he gives to all.” When the Mohavat heard this, he knew that it was a complete saint who gives bliss. He folded his hands, bowed and said: “how can my mind be at peace? My food is blocked from today onwards, from the Shah. You are the one doing everything. You are carefree. I am the servant of the Badshah. You are the servant of the Khuddah. If my work is stuck, I request my king to fulfill my task. We fold our hands and he completes our task. The good king listens. Khuddah is your king. Ask him to make the elephant alive again. Kartar will listen to you. Please do this for me, oh Sant ji. He listens to the Darvish. He is compassionate. There is nobody more in pain than me.” He became humble and bowed to Guru ji, over and over again. Seeing the state of the Mohavat, Prabhoo ji smiled. He became compassionate and said: “go and bring me a pot of water.” The Mohavat went quickly and brought back a pot of water.” Guru ji said to Bhai Mardana ji: “take this water and say Satnam. Sprinkle the water on the dead elephant.” Bhai Mardana ji obeyed and picked up the pot of water. He went to the elephant and sprinkled water on it while saying Vahiguru. He sprinkled the water all over the elephant’s body. The elephant’s Pranas came back right away. The Mohavat was happy to see the elephant alive again. He bowed to Satguru ji, over and over again. He praised Guru ji.
The Mohavat went to the Badshah and said: “your elephant is alive again by the blessing of the saint. This Fakir is Khuddah himself. I asked him over and over again. He blessed me.” Everyone in the court was surprised to hear this. They all came to do the Darshan of Guru ji. The Badshah took his Qazi to see Sri Guru Nanak Dev ji. They all bowed to Guru ji’s feet and sat down near him. The Qazi then said: “the elephant that died, with the Mohavat; did you make him alive again? We heard your glory and came to do your Darshan.” The Master looked towards the Qazi and spoke words without ego: “who am I to resurrect the dead? Only the Kartar gives birth and death. Nobody else has such a power. His power is omnipresent.” The Qazi said: “if you have this power than make the elephant dead by your words. If the elephant dies by your words than I will see that you are the Powerful One.” Prabhoo ji said: “when the command of the Khuddah comes, that is what will happen.” The elephant fell dead right away. It lay dead on the ground. There was a Peer named Nizamuddin that sat near the Badshah. He said to the Qazi: “this is Khuddah himself in a human body. His words can never be without fruit. Have faith in him, then there will be no pain.” The Qazi said: “make the elephant alive again. I will believe that you are Khuddah then.” Guru ji heard this and said: “if the saints kill someone with their words, nobody can make them alive again. The will of the saints cannot be erased. The command of Ishwar can be reversed by the saints but nobody can reverse the commands of saints. The world is blind by the illusion of Maya; everyone has forgotten themselves. The Satguru can make one wise again by giving them the Naam. The Satguru can save anyone he wishes. He can break any bond of attachment. Just as Durvasa came to Ambreek; (Raja Ambreek fasted on the Dwadashi. He hadn’t eaten one Dwadashi day. He was going to do Pooja in the evening and eat. Durvasa came during the time of opening the fast. Ambreek seated Durvasa to give him food. Durvasa purposely went out to bathe and came back at night. Ambreek waited and did his Pooja. He ate his food while waiting. Durvasa came back and got angry to curse Ambreek, because he ate before him. Parmeshwar then sent his Sudarshan Chakar after Durvasa to save Ambreek from the curse. Durvasa ran for his life. He asked everyone to be saved but everyone refused. He asked Ambreek for forgiveness and only then was he saved) Durvasa was angry. The burning Chakar chased Durvasa. Durvasa, avoiding being burnt and ran for his life. He went to Surya, Chander, Inder, Brahma, Shiva, and Vishnu; nobody could save him. Durvasa then went back to the Bhagat Raja Ambreek to beg for forgiveness. Ambreek saved him from the burning Chakra. The glory of the saints is great. Whatever the Ikankaar does, the saints can reverse but the words of the saints can never be reversed by anyone.” They all heard Guru ji’s words and bowed to his feet, seeing him as their Guru. Peer Nizamuddin folded his hands and spoke with humility: “everyone has come to your shelter. Please do this good deed of making the elephant alive again. I know that there is no difference between you and Khuddah. You can do what you wish.” Guru ji said: “Mardana, get up and sprinkle water on the elephant. Peer ji is asking. Make the elephant alive again.” Bhai Mardana ji got up and sprinkled water on the elephant. He said the Satnam, by which the elephant got up again. The elephant was beautiful. Everyone was amazed to see the miracle. They bowed to Guru ji’s feet, over and over again. They said: “please give us wisdom. You are Khuddah in the body of a Fakir.”
Guru ji said: “listen Badshah, do the justice according to the Dharma. Qazi, never take bribes. Keep the Dharma and don’t give pain to anyone. Go to the Satsangat and do their Seva. Wash the filth (of jealousy and hatred) from your mind. Do the Simran of Satnam, day and night. Have faith in your heart in a good way. Give the Dasvand in the name of Khuddah. Do justice by Dharma. You will receive Mukti in this way. Earn your money in this way.” Everyone heard the wisdom. They were all content. Guru ji took leave from them.
The Master of the Universe travelled on. He was going to fulfill the wish of Bhai Mardana ji. Bhai Mardana ji was thinking to himself: “I would like to be praised. I want to be bowed to by men and women. I want them to bring me great gifts.” The Omniscient One sensed this. Guru ji smiled and said: “what you are thinking of, while walking behind me, your wish will be fulfilled in the next place we go to. These are all garbage things though. Nothing is achieved by them. It stops you from walking on the path of Mukti. One wishes to be praised. We are only here for a short period of time. The joy in the afterlife is better. One does not think of that. One does not think of Mukti. The ones who stay in this world with humility, only they are praised in the other world.” Bhai Mardana ji heard this and felt embarrassed. He said: “by your compassion, one can then only figure this out.” As we talked, the next city arrived.
Prabhoo ji sat under a tree, outside of the city. He said: “go Mardana and roam around the city as you wish.” Bhai Mardana ji did not want to go. He was embarrassed from Sri Prabhoo ji. Guru ji insisted and Bhai Mardana ji eventually went. Bhai Mardana ji entered the gate of the city. The people of the city saw Bhai Mardana ji and brought gifts for him. Nobody asked him anything. They all put gifts at Bhai Mardana ji’s feet. They saw him and went home to get gifts and foods. Many types of food were brought to Bhai Mardana ji. He sat in a nice place. His great Pooja was being done. Many expensive clothes of different colours came. Nobody said anything though. Some brought money. They became his servants by their minds and words. Hindus and Turks; they all saw Bhai Mardana ji as a great being. The others that heard about him, came running to Bhai Mardana ji, bringing many gifts. They said: “this is a great saint. Doing his Darshan will give us Mukti. Whoever gives him gifts they will be saved. The gifts will be a success.” The gifts piled up. Bhai Mardana ji was happy to see the gifts.
After 6 hours, Bhai Mardana ji got up, seeing his desire fulfilled. He had the gifts tied up and carried upon the heads of his servants. He made them bring the gifts to where Guru ji was. He came to Guru ji and said: “they are all my servants. They did my Pooja and brought me many gifts. They didn’t even ask me who I was. They talked amongst themselves and saw me as a saint. They brought me the gifts.” All of the gifts were placed in front of Guru ji. Guru ji laughed and said: “what did you bring? You seem quite happy. Your face is gleaming like a lotus.” Bhai Mardana ji said: “listen my Prabhoo, by your compassion, I came into the city. Your words became true. I was worshipped. I am happy. I brought beautiful clothes and money for you.” To show Guru ji, Bhai Mardana ji opened the bags. Guru ji saw all of the gifts and then saw the state of greed Bhai Mardana ji was in. The Master laughed out loud. After a long time, Guru ji said: “it’s a good thing you brought these gifts here. These are of no use to you. Listen to me and do this: give all of these things away. The poor people will be happy to receive them. They will bless you on your head.” Bhai Mardana ji got embarrassed at Guru ji’s laugh. He thought to himself: “I am unwise. I’ve seen lands of gold and diamonds but I wasn’t greedy then. These gifts are so small compared to those places. I got greedy with praises and small gifts. I had forgotten.” The poor people that were standing by, Bhai Mardana ji gave all of the gifts to them. He became detached to everything. He then stayed in the support of Satguru ji. He didn’t think of these things again. His mind was drenched in Sat and Santokh. The vices never returned. He was happy with what he got.
Prabhoo ji then got up and travelled on. He came into a very amazing form. He had a Tilak of Kesar on his forehead. He wore a Kulha Topi, high hat, on his head. He wore clothes of Bhagva (pink/orange) and wrapped a blue shawl around his body. He put a big mala around his neck. He held a handkerchief in his hand. In one foot, he wore a shoe with a point and in the other he wore a single-pegged wooden sandal. He could not be identified if he was a Hindu or a Muslin. Such was his form. His beard was black and white. His words were sweet, convincing the wisest of people. If Turks questioned him, he would respond in the Turk tradition. If a Hindu came, Guru ji responded to them in their language. People couldn’t tell what tradition Guru ji followed. Such a form he took on. The Master of the Universe travelled on. He would give wisdom to everyone on the way: “do the Simran of the Naam. Wash the vices and desires from your mind. Serve the Satsangat with love and focus.”