Look for the compassion of the Guru, always. It is the everlasting joy. The vices of your mind, destroy them. The Bhajan of Hari, if you don’t do this, you will see the world as true. Sing the praises and go to Hari’s sanctuary. Bring the mind to the shelter of Hari and destroy your ego. If you don’t do this, the mind will wander in the body, never being still. If you want to easily swim across the world ocean, speaking is useless, do the action now.
Sri Guru ji gave his Darshan. He was the peaceful form, the ultimate Gyaan. Bhai Sadharan ji came at that time. He folded his hands and said: “sandalwood, musk and other items have been grinded and prepared. They were sprinkled in the home in the great way. The place has been cleaned and the fragrances have been spread. What your command was, the Kusha Aasan has been laid out.” Bhai Sadharan ji’s throat swelled with emotion as he spoke. He shed tears from his eyes. Many Sikhs stood up and did Guru ji’s Darshan. Many did his Darshan while sitting down. Everyone heard Bhai Sadharan ji and began to shed tears. A lot of tears were shedding from many eyes. It was like compassion took on many bodies. They lost their patience. Guru ji, the Gyaan form, saw the Sangat crying and said sweet words: “see the love for the body as false. Why do you have such conflicts in your minds? The body meets and separates in this way. The day comes up followed by night. If the people meet with the Shabad, they forever remain drenched in its colour. They never separate. They are like water immersing into water. The ones who wish to meet with me and don’t want to separate, they should practice the Shabad. Listen to it (Sravan), accept it (Manan) and implement it (Nidhyasan) into their lives. They will undoubtedly meet me. They will never separate. They will be One forever. For this reason, stop putting yourselves through this pain. Sing the Shabads and be in joy. The world that you see will be destroyed one day. It is forever changing. Nothing is forever. What you see as still will not remain. The moon and sun lighten the world but they will die one day. The support of the Devatas, the Sumer Mountain, that will be destroyed. It won’t take long. The earth, water and deep oceans; they will all lose their patience in front of death. Fire and wind, the mighty, they will also come under death and lose their power. The mighty Rakshishes and kings, they will be stung by death one day. The Avatars and warriors, they left their bodies. The Sidhs, Devatas, Gandarvs, Kinnars, Jachs and others, they will not exist one day. Jumms, stars, Inder, Kuber and others will die one day. It won’t take long. The creator of the universe, Brahma, he will not exist one day, going into the Brahm form during the Maha Pralay. Hari Vishnu whom the world chants, his Hari-ness will be gone one day and immersed into the Brahm. The scary form of Shiva, he will be met with the death and not exist one day. Akaash, space, which is the support of all, it will be destroyed meeting death one day. The Jeevs are many in numbers. They will be all trapped by death one day. Nobody will remain here. When their times come, they will all be destroyed. Death is smaller than small. It is stronger than the strongest. It makes the highs, low and the lows, high. It makes the rye into a mountain and the mountain into a rye. It ruins the established and establishes the ruined. It is really strong and can do as it wishes. Nobody can remain patient in front of it. The death holds the bow of impossible. Attachment and hatred are its thick and sharp arrows. It destroys the world and then creates it. It is like a child’s play. It has no remorse destroying the creation like a child happily destroys its own made sand castle. It makes the sun and moon like two balls and plays with them. The Brahm is like the Ghulair tree. The galaxies are like the hairs. They are like the fruits. The Death eats all of these galaxies like fire eats ghee. It is never satiated. Death can never be recognized. Death can only be known by watches, months and years. Death is like the fisherman who throws a net to catch the fish. Many Jeevs get caught in the net of Death. Many are stuck in time. There is no way to escape this net. They die in pain. They are never at peace. This whole creation, made of the 5 primal elements, Death has eaten it many times and then created them back up again, easily. It creates Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva again. When it wishes to go into himself, the 3 Devatas are immersed and creation ceases to exist. It kills all. It is without compassion and pity. It is harsh. It is like the lion and the universe is like the deer. The Brahm is like the Lotus flower, untouched by Death. The Brahm is Akaal. Death does not go near Akaal. Death is powerless in front of Akaal. Peace and Maitri (friendliness) are the seeds. The consciousness is the illumination. The Death immerses into this Lotus. Other than the lotus from which Death is made from, Death can eat everything. For this reason, do the practice of the Shabad. The hidden understanding will be illuminated to you. Listen Sikhs, let go of your pain. Destroy your ego and connect to the Aad. See the world as a myth and understand this. The supreme truth, think about that and ingrain it in your heart. This is the step to Mukti. Do the Simran of Satnam, day and night.” In this way, Guru ji gave the deep wisdom to all. He destroyed their Agyaan.
It was morning. Guru ji came out of the Dharamsala. Everyone shouted Jaikaras. The Vedas were being read. The Shabads of Gurbani were being sung. Where the Kusha was laid out, Guru ji came there. Mata Sulakhani ji saw her husband getting ready and thought: “my sons will be upset. They didn’t come to meet their father again this time. They didn’t have even a little faith in their father’s words.” Mata ji stood in front of the Prabhoo. She folded her hands and said: “I request you to call your sons again. Please send a Sikh to them. They will obey you this time and come. You are the home of forgiveness. It is good that they come and see you right now. Please accept my request.” The Head of the Bedis saw his wife as humble. He commanded a Sikh and said: “tell my two sons to come.” The Sikh went to the sons and said: “the Guru is about to immerse. There is no doubt. Your mother has requested him to call you. He sent me to you. There is no delay now. If you wish to see him, go now. It would be good for you.” Baba Sri Chand ji and Baba Lakhmi Das ji heard about their mother and became depressed. They quickly got up and went to their father. They talked amongst themselves: “we hope he really isn’t going.” The sons went to go see their father but listen to what happened next: to what Guru ji did. Guru ji took a white sheet over his body, covering his face. Guru ji laid down in front of everyone. They all watched. Guru ji left his body. The Pranas had left. He told everyone not to cry but everyone began to cry. They started to shout out in pain. The separation of Guru ji could not be tolerated by anyone. The people began to cry out loud.
The Devatas were happy as Guru ji was coming to their dimensions. The Devatas showered flowers onto Guru ji. The Devatas sang songs of celebration. They played instruments with Raags and Taals. Shivji came on top of Nandi, whose body is white; who has the moon of the dhooj (2nd) on his forehead. Snakes are his jewellery. He wears the heavy lion skin on his shoulder. The waves of the Ganga, that wash the sins, flow from the dreadlocks of his top knot. Parvati was beside him on the left. He held the Trishool in his right hand and wore the skulls around his neck. He had love in his heart, coming to see Guru Nanak Dev ji. The 6-headed son of Shiva, Kartikeya; the elephant head son, Ganesh; came with Shiva. Many Ganns came with Shiva to see the form of Guru Nanak Dev ji. They were all happy to see him. They shouted: “Jai Giver of Joy; Jai Master of the Devatas; Jai beloved of the servants!” Shivji, his sons and his Ganns folded their hands and bowed. They showered flowers over Guru ji. Brahma ji mounted his swan; Naarad ji by his side; the wise Sarasvati, Bhud, Bisharad; all came with love in their hearts. They came playing the Veena. Sanak, Sanand, Sanatan and Sanat Kumar came. Kaushik, Bhringi, Vashisht, Angra, Pulast; Attar, August, Prashar, and Vyaas all did Guru ji’s Darshan and felt bliss. Valmiki, Rome, Kaak Bhasund the wise, Bakdalab and other great Rishis came. Bhagats: Namdev ji, Jai Dev ji, Dhanna ji, Sain ji, Kabeer ji; all came to do the Darshan of Sri Guru Nanak Dev ji. Shaishnaag, Inder, Vishnu, Varun, Surya, Chander, Kuber; all felt bliss seeing Guru ji. Kinnars, Gandarvs, Agni, Pavan; all came with joy. They sang in celebration. They brought fistfuls of flowers from the Kalapbrish. They showered the flowers and sang Jaikaras. Vishnu ji and Lakshmi came to worship the feet of Guru Nanak Dev ji. A beautiful vessel that had Manis and precious gems in it, came to get Guru Nanak Dev ji. It was really bright. Which Kavi is great enough to describe this vessel? The riders of the vessel waved Chaurs on the vessel. Where the Light of the Bedis was, the vessel came there. Sri Guru ji came into his real form, the form of Maha Vishnu, whom Vishnu meditated upon. His feet were red like the lotus. Manis were in his anklets. His legs were like the banana tree. There was a golden belt around his abdomen. His abdomen had three folds. The navel was deep like a whirlpool. He had four arms, wearing gold armlets. In two hands he had a Chakram and a conch. In the other two hands he had a lotus and a Gurj. He wore golden bracelets with precious gems. The armlets had precious gems. His shoulders were wide and strong like bull shoulders. His chest was really wide. A beautiful Vaijanti Mala was around his neck. The Kaustik Mani around his neck, looked radiant. His neck was long like a conch. Chander was embarrassed by his beauty. He was smiling. His chin was deep. His smile was priceless. His teeth were radiant, like pearls. His lips were red. His nose was sharp. He wore golden earrings in his ears. The radiance of his face gave joy to all. His eyes were like lotus petals. They were filled with compassion that cut the pains. His eyebrows were like bows. His forehead was wide. He wore a peacock crown that was radiant. His skin was black like black clouds. He wore yellow clothes, that looked like lightening in the black clouds. He came into his real form and boarded his vessel.
At that time, the two sons came to where the people were crying. The sons were surprised to see the crowd. The Sangat did not go back. The 2 sons came to their father with great difficulty, cutting through the crowd. Mata Sulakhani ji saw her sons and said: “why did you not come before? He called you twice. You didn’t come. Why didn’t you think about this? Now he is gone. You will be only left with regret. The Master has immersed into the Light.” Baba Sri Chand ji and Baba Lakhmi Das ji heard this and were shocked. They were depressed of not seeing their father. They regretted their actions. Kavi Santokh Singh ji said: “the faith of the sons came when Guru ji left his body.”