They asked for your Protection,
And you granted them it.
My Beloved, I feel so alone without you,
My brothers and I cannot leave you,
I must be with you.
We begin our travel to Delhi,
3 brothers walking with their Father,
The crisp air slowly makes my mouth dry,
And yet all I can think of is how thirsty I am to listen, to hear your voice.
As I slowly walk with you,
I begin to feel a slow sense of dread,
Jamdooth slowly whispers to me.
Then I heard your laughter pierce the air,
Like an arrow piercing the flesh of its enemy.
I begin to smile,
And Jamdooth begins to slowly disappear.
The Army of Sheep now approaches my Guru,
They stand shocked,
They had heard stories of Maharaj,
Never did they know of the courage the Guru possesses.
My Guru smiles fondly at them,
And as they put Him in to a moving prison,
He smiled more, and I begin to hear my love’s voice shred through the crowd of Sheep.
Like a Lion, he roared the Praises of the Almighty.
We reached the Court of Aurangzeb,
And the Sheep Emperor looked at My Sajjan,
He asked him to convert to Islam,
And My Guru instead responded
With a laugh that echoed throughout the Court,
I am happy to see my Beloved in such high spirits,
I can feel strength expanding.
Slowly, they began to attack my brothers,
They thought He would change his mind after seeing his Sikhs in pain.
My Guru is the King of Kings, the Very Messenger and Message from Akaal Purakh,
And I am his Slave, if he asks me to die for him,
I shall behead myself and let my head roll to him.
My Brother, My fellow Friend,
He was given the choice of Islam or death,
After taking one look at the Guru,
He smiled and asked for Death,
But with humility in his voice, he requested that he be able to see his Guru as his life left this world.
As they prepared him,
I feel the power of his sacrifice surging through my Aatma.
He was stripped of his clothes,
And tied on posts.
As they brought the saw that would
Split him from this life,
He began to recite the Baani of the First King.
Tears filled his eyes,
With every word he recited,
He asked Maharaj to bless him Mukti.
The saw came down over my brother’s head,
They didn’t even let him finish his Baani.
As the life slowly left his body,
I began to hear Maharaj complete the Baani where our Dharam began.
I saw my brother die this night,
But my Guru made sure he never had to go through any Age again.
My Second brother, My Fellow Friend,
He was asked the same question,
Islam or Death,
And with the strength of our First Friend flowing through him,
He too asked for Death.
With Pyaar, he looked to me,
We must ensure that we meet our Guru when our Jot becomes Free,
Remember your Baani, my Brother,
Do your Ardaas for my Azaadi,
I am being called for my Wedding with Death.
With anger and fear,
The Sheep wrapped my Friend in cotton,
It slowly ripped his skin away,
But I could still see Happiness shine from him.
As he began his Paath,
They lowered the Flames onto his body,
And he burned slowly and painfully,
But my Brother smiled,
And like his brother before him,
He made sure the Guru heard the yearning he had to Meet with Him again.
As his life slowly faded,
My Antharjaamee Maharaj helped my Friend finish his Baani,
And I felt his soul leave this world
For the last time.
My turn has come,
And the Emperor of Sheep asks me to speak with My Master.
I leave his Court, and find my King,
My Dearest Friend,
My mind starts to race,
I grab my Love by the hands, and kneel before Him,
What is wrong Maharaj?
Why do you cry? Is this fight lost?
Should we let go?
Look at me and smiled,
My Son, My Sikh,
I am crying because I came here to Protect you.
I came here to show you the path.
I came here to make sure you know how important Gurmat is,
My children are showing me the way.
You reminded me of the sacrifices I must make,
You reminded me of the Piaas I still have left to quench
My son, I am crying because you too will go tomorrow, and You will remind me of the The True Path.
I began to cry with my Guru,
My Father told me of the Pyaar he had of me,
And now I know the End of my Journey draws nearer.
The Sheep try to herd me,
I laugh at their efforts.
I willingly step closer to my Death.
And as I do, they ask me my final request.
I stare at the Sheep Emperor and say,
Listen, My Enemy and Friend,
You think that my death will waver the Spirit of my King!
You think that by watching His Sikhs die, he will change his Decision!
You think that you will succeed, and the world will be on your side, but the moment my Maharaj’s atmaa leaves this world, the very Earth will cry and shake over him.
So my last request to you is, allow me to Face my Guru.
Allow me to face Him,
My Beloved who shook my soul from the clutches of This Worldly Prison.
As I turn towards my Guru, a smile appears,
Like my Brothers, I begin with the Baani of the First King.
I slowly expose my skin,
And I again feel the crisp, cold air,
Making my body start to crave Paani.
I see my Guru again,
And my Piaas begins to be quenched.
I lower myself into the cauldron,
And feel my blood begin to race.
I lower my legs in,
And I feel the blood beginning to burst from my veins.
I lower my torso in,
And feel my heart preparing for its demise.
I let my Head slowly enter black water,
And I see Death slowly taking away the light.
My Guru fades away,
And I feel my Aatmaa begin to leave this body.
I allow myself one thought before I enter the abyss,
Was my Death good enough?