I am without good Karma. I lie. I am greedy; full of lust and bad in every way. Please honour your promise towards the one that comes to your sanctuary. People call me your Sikh.
Sri Bala Sandhur Vaach..
Listen Sri Guru Angad Dev ji to the great praises of Guru Nanak Dev ji. Listen to how the pure Katha happened. Guru ji started the great tradition of Keertan. Guru ji would wake up 4 and a half hours before sunrise (around 2 am), everyday. Many servants and Sikhs would come to do Keertan at that time. They did Guru ji’s Darshan and received many rewards. Many came and stayed with Guru ji. They only wanted to do Seva. Many would listen to Guru ji’s words and go home. Langar was given at all times. Guru ji started this tradition and made it permanent. Keertan started in the last watch of the night.
Guru ji got ready to travel west, after some time. Within the beautiful Dharamsala in Kartarpur, Satsang was the regular tradition. Sadhoos and saints were told to stay there to take care of the traditions. Guru ji took Bhai Mardana ji and myself with him. Guru ji gave love to everyone along with hope: “we will meet again in a few days. Do Keertan here in this place.” The Master of the Universe walked slowly towards the west. Bhai Mardana ji and I followed him. We reached Sialkot and set up a Dhera. We sat there for a long time, under a Ber Tree. Guru ji said to Bhai Mardana ji: “take a golden Takka and go to the city. Buy truth and false and bring it back.” Bhai Mardana ji obeyed and went to the city. He went to the market and asked around from different shops: “if you have the truth and false, take this golden Takka and give it to me.” He asked the whole market but nobody agreed to his offer. When Bhai Mardana ji asked a merchant, the merchant took the Takka and wrote on a piece of a paper: “life is a lie; death is the truth.” Bhai Mardana ji took the paper and came back to Guru ji. Where Prabhoo ji was, Bhai Mardana ji said: “I wandered around and nobody had what I was looking for. One merchant then gave me this paper for the golden Takka. I don’t know what he wrote.” Guru ji looked at the paper and said: “this is definitely a good deal but call the seller to me.” Bhai Mardana ji went back to the shop and told the merchant: “the stuff you sold was known to be good by the buyer. He praised it. He is sitting outside of the city under a tree. He is calling for you. Come and meet him once. You can then come back to your store.” The merchant heard this and went to where Guru ji was sitting. The merchant saw Guru ji and noticed that he was a Fakir who could destroy the pains. He bowed to Guru ji’s feet and sat by him with love in his heart. The Light of the Bedis spoke: “tell me oh Shahukaar, what is your name? Whose wisdom do you have in your heart? You see life as a lie and death as the truth, how did you know this? Did you write this to get the money?” The merchant folded his hands and said: “oh complete saint, Giver of Mukti: my name is Moola in this world. The Gyaan you speak of, this is according to you. You can make that person know whom you wish to. You can tell everyone what the truth and false is. I am really greedy for money. I wrote this on a paper for the golden Takka, for the money. I do wish to know what the truth about what I wrote is, though. I can’t have the faith till I meet a complete saint.” Sri Guru ji heard this and said: “if you wish to know the truth, then stay with me. The Master of the Universe will fulfill your wish.” Moola obeyed and stayed with Guru ji. He followed Guru ji and travelled with us. Guru ji went to another place to give wisdom to other people.
The people of the new place were in pain by their hypocritical ways. Guru ji sat in the village where many Turks lived. It was the Dooj night of the moon (2nd night from new moon). A lot of people gathered that night. It was crowded. People brought Sheernis as offerings to a fake Fakir. He would tell everyone: “on the 2nd night after the new moon (Dooj ki Raat), the Shuh (Prabhoo-husband) comes to me.” Dhundhabs and Naubats would play at his door on that night. A great celebration would happen. He would lay a beautiful bed out. He would light many lights. He called himself the “Shuh Suhaagan” (the wife of the Master Prabhoo). He had his name and respect spread throughout the people. Many people brought offerings that night. They would become humble and bow to the Fakirs. His guards wouldn’t let anyone go inside the home. The people would bow at the Fakir’s door. He had huge flags posted outside his Dhera. There was a lot of celebration at his Dhera. The Fakir would dress up like a woman with nice clothes and jewellery. He would sit in his room quietly. Many people would gather at his door. Many instruments played. The True Prabhoo came to this place. There was an old woman’s home where Guru ji stayed. The Omniscient One knew everything. He asked the old woman: “what is this noise in the city? Many people have gathered in one place.” The old woman said: “a great Fakir lives here. The people have gathered at his door. There is a lot of joy and celebration at his door today. His name is “Shuh Suhaagan.” Guru ji heard the name and laughed. He said: “Mardana, let’s go and see him.” The Master and the three of us (including Bhai Moola), we came to the Fakir’s home. Guru ji stood at the door and saw the great big crowd. Nobody was going inside the home though. Everyone bowed from the door. Sri Prabhoo ji was about to enter the home. One of the guards said to Guru ji: “nobody is allowed to go inside. Bow to the door and leave.” Guru ji said: “go and tell the Fakir that a Darvesh has come to his door. He wishes to have your Darshan. If it be your permission, the Darvesh wishes to see you.” The guard went inside and said to the Fakir: “Darveshes have come to your door. They wish to see you. What ever is your command, we can tell them. They can come and meet you.” The hypocritical Fakir responded: “stop them! Keep them at the door. The Shuh is giving me his Darshan today. I don’t see anyone besides the Khuddah today.” The guards came out and told Guru ji of the Fakir’s response. Guru ji laughed out loud. He was the destroyer of hypocrisy. He said: “there is nothing here Mardana. This is all a lie. This is a façade. He will be destroyed once we leave. He has fooled many people.”
When Guru ji turned around, a fight broke out in the Mela. Swords swung in every direction. Many fell down. Blood was all over the place. Many were cut. Many died. Many walked around injured. Looting began near the home. The strong ones looted the stuff. Where the home of the fake Fakir was, people came there and looted his home. His money was all stolen. He had a lot of gifts that were also looted without delay. The people pushed through the doors. When they went inside, they saw the Fakir on a bed with a beautiful woman. The foolish Fakir was making love to her like a really lusty person. The people saw this and got angry. They said: “beat up this fake Fakir!” Some beat up the Fakir with a stick. They looted his stuff inside the home.
The Master of the sentient and non-sentient world, the Fakir disrespected him. The Fakir was in a bad condition. This was not a surprising thing. The flags from the Fakir’s Dhera were taken away. The offerings were stolen. Where the Fakir was laying on the bed, the bed was taken. His guards ran away. Jewellery and clothes that the Fakir had were stolen. People called the Fakir a fake: “his name was Suhaagan but in reality, he was a “Rundy.” He collected many things by lying. His façade has been exposed. He used to disrespect everyone who bowed to him with love.” Everyone saw the Fakir as a corrupt person. The foolish Fakir thought to himself: “the saints that came to my door were high beings. I disrespected them and that’s why my respect is all gone now.” He wandered the city, embarrassed. Nobody would let him into their homes. Guru ji stayed there for one night and travelled on.
Bhai Moola ji, Bhai Mardana ji and I followed Guru Nanak Dev ji with eagerness. We came to a place known as “Uch.” Many Syeds lived there. The Avinashi Satguru sat outside of the city. It was evening and so he rested. At Amritvela, he bathed and started to do Keertan in a loud voice. A Sindhi person came close to us and stopped to listen. He listened with love. He listened with care and stood with focus. The Gurbani was calming to him: “Gurmukh Nadhang Gurmukh Vedang.” When the Prabhoo said this, the Sindhi did not understand the meaning of the line. He kept thinking in his mind about the meanings. He listened to the whole Shabad and went to his own Peer. The Peer of the Sindhi was there. The Sindhi memorized the line from Gurbani. He recited the line to himself, over an over again on the way. He was in doubt about the line. The Peer asked the Sindhi when he arrived: “why are you late? Who did meet and whom did you sit with?” The Sidhi said to his Peer: “I saw a Hindu Fakir on the way. I heard his Bani which was the treasure of virtues and the Giver of Mukti. I couldn’t understand one line though. I thought about it a lot but I couldn’t understand it.” The Sindhi said the line to his Peer. After hearing the line, the Peer said: “request him to come here. I want to do his Darshan.” The Sindhi went back to Prabhoo ji and bowed. He requested Guru ji with humility while standing up. He said to Guru ji: “Mainda Peer sadainda toko. Baat Bujainda bheja moko. Vat ghinan mai aayo dhai. Jul Darvesh; Peer Jih Thai – My Peer as calling for you. He wants to ask you something. He sent me to you. Then, I came to take you. Come Darvesh to where my Peer’s place is.” Guru ji heard the Sindhi and went with him.
The Master came to the Peer. The Peer got up and respected Guru ji. He grabbed Guru ji’s hands and kissed them. He said: “Salaam alaikum Peer!” Guru ji met the Peer with love. They were happy to see each other. They sat face-to-face with each other. To remove his doubt, the Peer said: “you are Khuddah’s person, tell me the truth: how is the Darbar of Khuddah? Everyone has to go to that court one day. Nobody can stay in this world forever.” Satguru ji said: “listen Peer ji: understand this with determination; who remain connected with their body and mind, they do not fall into the traps of the world. Their minds are drenched in the colour of the love of the Prabhoo all the time. They are not stuck in the vices and desires. They leave this world with honour. They are honoured in the court of Khuddah as well. The ones who wear religious clothes but have corruption in their hearts, they are blind from their minds. They are unwise fools. They are stuck in lust, anger, greed, attachment and ego. They are under the command of these 5 vices. They have no place in the Darbar of Khuddah. They keep coming into this world because of their doubt of self. The 8.4 million species, they come and go into them with pain.” The Sindhi spoke with love as his question was not being answered: “both of you are busy speaking to each other with love in a great way but my reason for calling you has not been fulfilled. Peer ji, the line of Bani I told you about, can you ask him about the translation.” The Peer heard this and said: “you are omniscient. I know this. This Sindhi had a question about your Bani. He asked me over and over again. Please remove his doubt and translate the line. He praised you and that’s when I told him to bring you. It was because of him that I got your Darshan. My life is a success that I have met you.” Guru ji spoke with sweet words to the Peer: “listen (Peer) Jalal, I will tell you an easy way: the correct key can open the correct lock. Another key won’t work.” The Peer said: “please remove his doubt.” Guru ji said: “then do as I say and you will get your answer. Go to Mecca. You will be fulfilled. If you want to know the meanings now, then go to Mecca now. Don’t delay.” Peer Jalal heard this and said: “please stay here till then. I will go and find the meanings for this. I will come quickly.” Guru ji said: “I will stay here. Go and find out the meanings. Don’t be long.” Jalal obeyed and called his Mureeds. He said to his followers: “serve this Darvesh till I come back.” He bowed to Guru ji’s feet and headed to Mecca. Prabhoo ji stayed in the Dhera of the Peer. After a few days, Guru ji said to Moola: “a man who is against you, he has come to your home today. He lied to your wife out of jealousy. He said to her: “I have heard from somewhere that Moola, who went with the Fakirs, has died on the way all of a sudden.” Your wife heard this and prepared the Sidhaura (a coconut with vermillion, for burning widows). She is getting ready to be cremated alive. She has prepared for everything. She is going to become a Sati for your love. If you go to her now, you will save her and your home. Otherwise you can stay here and take on Bairaag. If your Bairaag has become determined, then stay here. Don’t worry about your home.” Bhai Moola ji heard this and was in shock. He lost his patience in attachment. He said: “but my home is really far from here! How can I get to her quickly? It will take days to go back. My wife will be dead by then. She will be ashes by then. Only you can save her. I am in your sanctuary. Save my honour. If you send me home, my wife will be saved. You are omnipotent. You are capable in every way. I have no other support other than you.” Guru ji smiled after hearing this. He laughed and said: “if this is what you feel, then close your eyes and go meet your wife.” Bhai Moola ji obeyed and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he was sitting in his home in Sialkot. He saved his wife from being burnt alive. When his wife saw Bhai Moola ji, everyone learnt the truth and went on with their lives. Bhai Moola ji started to live his life as he did before; working and making a living.