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Guru Gobind Singh
By Prof Puran Singh
PREFACE
They ask me to say something about Guru Gobind Singh; they ask me what is He to me? I tremble when they ask me, what is He to me? Unable
to say anything in reply, I burst forth into child-like cries of both joy and pain, and I faint away, knowing not what is He to me? Only I say
Guru Glorious, Guru Glorious, Guru Glorious, and I am consoled. I slumber in His Lap soothed by the lullabies of my own sound, knowing not
what is he to me!
I
A GLIMPSE OF HIM
For a glimpse of Him, Come , when the sea is in tide, and a Tiny white skiff is borne safe on the angry waves, And in it,
the man swung as in a little cradle, secure in the peril of the Arms of the Unknown ! Whatever He may be to any one else,
To me, in that Danger of Joy, He is my Sustainer, my Regaler in the jaws of death! Come, when the tide of blood ebbs low
in man like a winter-shrunk stream, And a little tired heart waits on its dry-lipped bank, sinking, sinking within itself,
like a lamp whose oil is spent; Whatever He may be to any one else, To me in that sad moment lost Life, He is the
Provider of both the oil, the wick, and the kindling spark! Men combines to stone a sinner to death Come, when they have
bound hand and Foot the victim, and the victim has lifted his eyes up to Him. Whatever He may be to any one else, To
me in that moment of bitter death, He is the Cover of my shame and wretchedness, the Passionate Lover of my weakness!
Come, when a woman is in tears, in distress of the unroofed open, in pain of her single-handed fights with the cruel flesh;
Whatever He may be to any one else, To me, the forlorn woman, He is my Husband !
Come, when the misery of my own desires has been all my undoing, when the animal in me has sprung with his mouth
full open, and sits firm with has with his claws buried in the body of the prey, his own self; Whatever He may be to any
one else, To me, He is the Huntsman, whose Gold-tipped arrow pierces the...