Karmo saw the great celebration and became depressed. When she would hear the praises of Guru ji, her heart would be pierced. Many instruments sounded at Guru ji’s door. The Sikhs were happy to hear the music. Karmo would hear the music and feel anxiety. She was in pain. She couldn’t do anything. The jealousy was killing her. She was corrupt. She thought of ways of how she could cause problems. She thought to herself: “there is an arrow in my heart. How can I be happy? Sri Hargobind causes me pain. He is happy. When this boy dies, I will be happy. Otherwise, me staying alive is like dying everyday. They celebrate everyday. I am in sorrow. A lot of money and gifts come to their home. The younger brother is prosperous and greater. Their little boy is growing. Ganga Mata is happy and celebrating. Her boy is happy. When he grows up, he probably will be like a lion.” He will indeed by like a lion to whom many will bow to. Karmo would speak her mind to her husband: “are you not worried? The relatives are growing richer. We are becoming poor. They have one son. Do what you can to kill the boy. The Gurta Ghaddi should come to our home. You are quiet and not doing anything. You only sit in the home. This is a great task which will make me happy. We are just passing time. What will our grandchildren do? Meharban and his kids will be poor and beg for money. Sikhs won’t give us money. They won’t bow to us. Our generations will point fingers at us and talk bad about us. They will wilt away. What will they do in life? You will have to do something. Find a way to kill their son. The Gurta Ghaddi should come back to our family. Sikhs will give us money and worship us. Don’t waste time. Kill the boy.” Prithi Chand heard these words. He told her to have patience: “don’t worry. Your work will be done. The boy won’t last many days. He won’t grow up. He will contract Seetala. The boy will die then. Record my words. He won’t last. If he does, I will do something else. Sri Hargobind will be destroyed. Our kids and grandkids will live in joy. That time is close.” Karmo heard this and said bad words: “your words don’t carry weight. You’ve made these curses before but nothing happened. I heard your words before and was happy but I was disappointed. You are the son of the Guru but you have no powers. Your brother’s family keeps growing. This worry kills me. I am always in pain.” The two always talked about these schemes. They always plotted to kill Sri Hargobind ji. They always thought about hurting others. They had no powers or abilities.
Guru Arjan Dev ji’s personality was pure and calm. He would always be thinking about doing good for everyone. He was gracious and generous. He would bless many people with mukti. He would give gyaan by making everyone do Simran of Satnam. Sri Hargobind ji was the mine of bliss. Who would play and grow like the moon growing towards the full moon. He soon began to speak. He would speak like a child and make everyone happy. The Sikhs would hear his child-talk and be happy. Mata Ganga ji would love her child and feed him great food. She would hug him and kiss his forehead. Mata ji would love to hear her son speak all day long. She would get him to speak on purpose. She would look at his face and not be satiated. His face was like the moon without the craters. Sri Hargobind ji would go to his father sometimes. He would go and play with his child friends outside sometimes. The servants would keep bringing him inside but the child Guru would keep going back. Just as a cow wants to keep her calf close to her, that is how Mata ji wanted to keep her son close. The love grew. Sri Hargobind ji would always escape and run outside, his jewellery clanking as he would run. The sound of the jewellery clanking would make everyone happy. There were diamonds in his jewellery that made everyone attracted to the young Guru. He would run around the house. Sri Hargobind ji would wear a flower symbol made of gold on his head. He would be dressed in yellow clothes with golden borders of flowers. They would shine brightly. There were flower designs on his shoulders. He would speak and make everyone happy. His skin was fair with great big eyes. His eyes were like lotus petals with reds at the ends. His arms were long with big shoulders. He had long fingers. He wore hoops in his ears. His hair was black and moved like small snakes. Guru ji’s radiance was mesmerizing.
Many days passed and Guru ji was now 5 years old. He continued to play and make people happy. One day, Sri Hargobind ji got a fever. He laid down and couldn’t get up. His mother got worried. On the third day, the signs of Seetala could be seen. They soon turned into blisters which covered his whole body. They were red which were various in size. His whole body was red soon enough. There was no empty spot on his body. It gave him great pain. Guru ji laid down on his bed all day long. The blisters caused inflammation all over his body. On his hands, palms, feet and tongue, the small red spots could be seen. The dots were sharp and hurt his body. There were blisters on his eyelids which made it difficult to open his eyes. He would keep his eyes closed. Mata Ganga ji stayed close to her son. She was extremely distressed. She would keep checking her son’s body. Just as a ship in the sea that carried all of the belongings of the house, gets stuck in the middle of the sea due to a storm, that is how it felt like having an ill son. Mata ji only looked towards Akaal Purakh to cure him. She would do Ardaas: “please cure my son. Make him like the moon again. The whole family loves him. He is our hope. Just as a cheap person looks for money, that is how we got our son. Prabhoo Parbraham Akaal is our protector. Please bless me and help my son. Guru Nanak Dev ji, we are your servants. See my son as your son. Please come and protect us. Protect my son’s eyes and his whole body. May the Mother Seetala be happy. Protect my son and cure him.” In this way Mata ji did the Ardaas. She didn’t eat or sleep. She was deeply worried as she saw her son’s illness. Prabhoo Akaal Purakh looks after the servant. Sri Hargobind ji was Akaal Purakh. This was a drama to follow the ways of the human form. Guru ji was going with the ways of the human body and taking on an illness. After three days, a lot of blisters were on his body. There was puss in the blisters. In this way, the whole family was worried and depressed. Mata ji and the servants would remember Prabhoo ji all day and night: “may the problem be destroyed.”