Adi Granth, . . Jap Ji - The Intro
The Holy Book of the Sikhs , which is very close to the Truth : I typed it by hand with two fingers because this beautiful translation is not on the Web and it Should ! It's a pity that the Sikhs after their 10 Gurus now only consider the BOOK as their Guru Somewhat like the Christians see Bread & Wine The textes are terrific and there is a VERY NON DUALITY LINE IN THE MIDDLE JAP JI : By the Grace of the One Supreme Being, The Eternal, The All-pervading Purusha, The Creator, Without Hate, Without Fear, The Being Beyond Time, Self-existent, The Enlightener, Incarnated. True at the Beginning, True in the Primeval age True is He and True He shall be. Thinking avails not, how so hard one thinks; Nor silence avails, howsoever one shrinks Into oneself. Nor hunger goes With the loads of the worlds. Of a myriad cleverness, not one works. How then to be True ? How rend the Veil of shame, untruth? His Will°°° forsooth Inborn in us, ingrained°°° in us, Thou follow. Thus is Truth attained The Mighty sing of His Might, and the Blessed of His Light, some sing that He is distant Far, . . some sing that He see-eth , watcheth All Oh Countless sing of countless things, . . He fills them all to overflowing. True is the Master, True is His Name, . . what offer to make to see His Court, What words to utter for His support? meditate thou in the Ambrosial morn on the true Name. THEY WHO HEARKEN TO THE WORD OF THE LORD, KNOW THE SKY THE EARTHS, THE BULL, THE ISLANDS, THE SPHERES AND UNDERWORLDS, Deathless become they who who hearken to the word, . . A devotee is foreever joyed and his pain and sin are destroyed. THEY WHO HEARKEN TO THE WORD OF THE LORD, fathom the deeps of virtue all, are Glorious like a King, a SHEIKH , a PIR Divine, . . even the Blind will see the Path Sublime. They who hear the Word , are the creations Cream, . . The are the ones approved suprime, . . are honoured in the court of God, -such beings-, look beautious in the Counsels of Kings they fix their minds on the one Master only they say and do what's thoughtful, Holy . . And know that Gods doings are beyond the count of us beings, - Who is it that supports them, . . 't is God, Whose eternal finger has writ the features, . . and color , kind and form of all creatures . . Oh, would one dare to write the account, . . How staggering the count How Great is His Power, . . How striking His Beauty, . . and of his gifts , Oh, who could tell with surity One Word and the whole Universe throbbed into being, and myriads rivers of Life came gushing, . . Powerless am I , Oh Lord , to describe what thy excellence be, . . sacrifice am I a myriad times unto thee, . . that what pleaseth Thee is the only good done, . . O THOU the Eternal The Formless One Countless the ways of Recitation, . . Countless the ways of Devotion, Countless the ways of worship, . . countless the aussterities, their hardships, . . Countless the books, . . countless the reciters, . .Countless the yogis, . .. Countless the men of piety, . .countless the men of merci Countless the devotees on Thee ruminate, . . in Silence meditate . . Countless the Heroes who face the steel, . . how powerless I feel Oh Lord, . . To tell what Thy Excellence be, . . sacrifice I am a myriad times unto Thee. That what pleaseth thee is the only good done, . . Oh Thou The Eternal, The formless One . Countless the Unwise in black ignorance reel, . . Countless the usurpers and those that steel, . . Countless the Rulers who force their way, . . . countless the cut-throats whom violence sways, . . Countless the sinners whom sin engages, . . countless the liars who wander in Mazes, . . Countless the wretches , . . have filth as fill, . . countless the slanderers, carrying loads of evil, . . This thinks Nanak, the lowliest of the lowly, . . Sacrifice I am unto Thee Oh Holy, . . That what pleaseth thee is the only good done, . . Oh Thou The Eternal, The formless One . Countless Thy Names, . .Countless thy Places, Oh Lord, . . Countless Thy Spheres beyond all thought, . . Oh count there cannot be, what power have I to tell what Thy excellence be, . . Sacrifice am I, a myriad times unto Thee. When the hands, feet , body are soiled, water washes them pure, . . When the clothes are spoiled soap cleans them sure, . . when the mind is polluted by sin and shame, 't s cleansed by the Love of The Name Oh Primal word, Nirankar , Hail to Thee, Thou that are Truth, ever-joy, Beauty, - How to describe Him . . know Him best, Yea, they say all they know , . . one wiser than the rest. Great is The Master, Great is His Name, - All that is proceeds from Him, . . He, who thinks of >Himself much is vain, . . and will look small in God's Domain A King who's dominion is like an Ocean and has a Mind like a Mountain equals not a worm in whom dwells The Lord Limitless his praise, . .Limitless its ways, . . Limetless His workings, . . Limitless his givings Limitless the Sounds, . . Limitless the sights, . . Limitless the mysteries of His Mind . . Limitless the Creation, . . Limitless the expanse, . . Oh countless struggle to find , Who can? The more one says , the more is Yet to say, . . Great is The Lord , . . High , High is His Mansion To know the Highest of the High one may try, . . If one be as high as He, . . HE alone knows How Great He be. It's GRACE that brings us Merci. THE MAN WHO KNOWS GOD, . . HE REALLY CREATED THE UNIVERSES. Priceless the virtues, . . priceless the Trade, . . priceless the customers, . . priceless the purchase, priceless the dealers, priceless the Treasures, priceless the weight, priceless the Measures, priceless the devotion, priceless the absorbtion, priceless the Law Divine, priceless the Masters Court , His Shrine, Priceless , beyond word, beyont thought, They who seek to tell, knowing it Not, . . The Vedas say, the Bibles say, and the Learned they read, . . interpreting as they may. Say the Brahmas, say the Indras, say the Gopis, say the Krishnas, say the Shivas, say the Siddhas, say the many many Buddhas, . . . say the Demons, say the Gods, the Seeers and the Sages, some have said, . .some may say more, . . others have said and left the shores, . . . . How Great He is, . . only the the True One knows, and he who presumes and says he knows , . .is a fool among fools and as such he goes. How does a human merge in the great peace of The Eternal Lord ? Oh, . . He who has the Masters Nectar Name in his Mind and Dwells on it, becomes invaluable and all vegetation seemeth in blossom and bloom to Him For Nanak, This is the Highest State of Bliss, . . that His Mind remains imbued with Thy Name Oh Tongue, utter thou the Lord's Praise, . . Night and Day, . By the Lord's Grace do we dwell upon the Name HE HAS THOUSAND FINGERS ON HIS TRIGGER Sso far my dualistic but also NON-DUALISTIC typing - I'm not a Sikh - They have all kind of strange interpretations - exactly those the book is warning against After TEN great Gurus ( Nanak , the first Guru, a Arjen 1563-1606 & last one Gobind 1666-1708) they consider this Book as the Guru now. The same strangeness as Christians thinking about the Bread and Wine. But the Praise here in is so beautifull. The book -4 volumes has a total of 1500 pages - This is just One Page - The Introduction. Writers were Nanak and successors, but also Kabir, Bullah Shah, Maulana Rumi, Hafiz and other Sufi, Persian and Muslim Saints.
