For All Those Lifetimes

For Love of Waheguru Ji (Wondrous Creator God)

Veechar (Reflections) on the SGGS by Bal (Humbly Yours) 

ਬੈਰ ਬਿਰੋਧ ਕਾਮ ਕ੍ਰੋਧ ਮੋਹ ॥ ਝੂਠ ਬਿਕਾਰ ਮਹਾ ਲੋਭ ਧ੍ਰੋਹ ॥ ਇਆਹੂ ਜੁਗਤਿ ਬਿਹਾਨੇ ਕਈ ਜਨਮ ॥: Bair birodhh kaam krodhh moh. Jhooth bikaar mahaa lobh dhroh. Eiaahoo jugati bihaane kaee janam: Hate, conflict, lust, anger, emotional attachment, falsehood, corruption, immense greed and deceit. So many lifetimes are wasted in these ways (sggs 267).

ਮੋਹਿ ਬਾਦਿ ਅਹੰਕਾਰਿ ਸਰਪਰ ਰੁੰਨਿਆ ॥: Mohi baad ahankaar sarapar runniaa: Those who indulge in attachment, conflict and egotism will surely weep and cry (sggs 761).

ਹਉਮੈ ਮਮਤਾ ਮੋਹਣੀ ਸਭ ਮੁਠੀ ਅਹੰਕਾਰਿ ॥: Haumai mamataa mohnee sabh muthee ahankaar: Egotism and possessiveness are very enticing; egotistical pride has plundered everyone (sggs 19).


 

For all those lifetimes

Self reflection in verse format on the above lines (tuk)  from the Siri Guru Granth Sahib (SGGS).  

For all those lifetimes

I had been a creature of pure lust,

A deeply blackened and pirated soul,

Ghosted for my sins by my master,

This time round,

I was bound into the Western spell,

And in the pursuit of avarice,

Became locked in a living hell,

 

How often now I do so cry,

For deeply tragic is loss of time,

Years that were to be cherished,

Instead are those in which I perished,

The cracks had surfaced,

Ousted and exposed,

I was the walking scandalous,

But as little as I know,

I was not born that way,

Not this time round anyway,

 

My scattered and desolate mind,

How easily you were misled,

Enslaved by my foolish senses,

My eyes down beaten by daily life,

Always greedy for something better,

Refreshed only to the sight of

Their newest fancy or untamed desires,

The rest of the while they were blurred,

So to hide and deface what really occurred,

My hands also became beggars for this Mammon,

Only interested in taking and firm shaking

With those of power or disposable use,

 

In the early hours I was even worse,

Delivering high shots and slurred speeches,

Crowd pleasing and spitting my half truths,

The dampening of my own flame,

For now I must shoulder the blame,

What a way that was to live,

Void of faith and honour,

The life of vice and riley

The strife of a cowardly creature,

When I ask the question,

For how to remove this shame?

The silence tells me

The creature is no more

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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