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Arati-Arata by Dr Kamalroop Singh (Akali Nihang).pdf - Free download as PDF File then Adi Sri Guru Granth Sahib b, and ends with Sri Dasam Granth Sahib. outenelrecpeu.tk Download. Upcoming Events. Most Downloaded Files. Sep, Dukh Bhanjani outenelrecpeu.tk Sep, Braham outenelrecpeu.tk Sep The Guru's Aarti. The Guru outenelrecpeu.tk, the Holy book of the Sikhs. It is a compilation of the sayings of Gurus and Great Bhaktas (Devotees). The Guru Granth.

The back and head are in an straight, up-right position to prevent sleep and back strain, and the legs are folded crosswise for comfortable balance. When we contemplate on God, experiencing Naam is overwhelming, and the body must be still in order to control one's reaction to awe of God's presence. The grinding represents labor of love, dedication. The burning, sweet smelling sandalwood and precious, sprinkled saffron stand for how we should always praise and thank God the best way we can throughout our daily conduct.

The chanting of Your Name is the grinding of the sandalwood.

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I take it and offer all this to You. This maintains cleanliness. We likewise should protect ourselves from contamination of our 5 vices. Your Name is the oil I pour into it. The purpose of the oil is to keep the flame burning for a long time. When we learn of truth, we must continually reinforce ourselves and continue to learn, in order to stay sited with joy, always prepared to battle our ego. Our weapon is the sword of Gur Gyan Shabad.

When we learn, understand, and live Gurbani, people learn from our examples and words about truth. The power in God's name which sustains the whole world is also causing our lives to be transformed. We become enlightened from the darkness of our gumaan ego, as we are lead by Guru Ji. The eighteen loads of vegetation are all too impure to offer to You.

The wick regulates the flame to consume the oil little by little. If we try to digest too much knowledge at once, we will forget what we learn or learn nothing at all.

The flowers symbolize productivity, life, gentleness, beauty, and purity. Nothing is completely pure in the universe. All molecules cannot be completed separated from those near it. There will always be a few that cling to the other. Only God is pure. A pure flower could have a tiny spec of dust, which would render it impure. God is complete, there is nothing that contaminates Him. Your Name is the fan, which I wave over You.

The jackals and vultures dejected returned to the forest, and many ages passed. The Mother of the universe, ever the protector of saints, conquered the great enemies Sumbh and Nisumbh. The gods are gathering at one place and taking pure rice, saffron and sandalwood.

Millions of gods circumambulating the Goddess, immeditately applied the ceremonial k on her forehead. The magnificence of that occasion has been expressed by the poet in his mind like so: Like this period of auspicious jubilation had permeated in the realm of the moon.

Giving your blessing to all the gods and men, performing the rat with lighted lanterns. They offer flowers, fragrance and rice and the women of nature-spirits sing songs of victory. Dp jagi k saVK baji k ss nivi k bn sunio. They burn the incence and blow the conch and bow their heads saying the prayers. Returning all the royal paraphernalia to Indra, Chandi is very much pleased in her mind.

Making the sun and moon shine gloriously in the sky, She herself has vanished. The light of has increased in the sky, so your greatness has not been forgotten from the mind. Dr k pr maln huto ravi mnahu chaVwak op d h. The Earth had become filthy with dust blocking the Sun, Chandika has given it splendour. Oh Siva give me this boon, that I do not hesitate from doing good actions.

That I do not fear the enemy, when I go to battle, that certainly I will become victorious. May give this teaching to my mind, to have the greed to ever utter Your praises. When the end of my life comes, that I may die very bravely on the battlefield. I have narrated the Cha Charitra in poetry, which is all full of Rudra ras essence of fury.

The stanzas one by one are full of this essence that contains the praises in a unique form from beginning to end. The poet has composed it for the pleasure of his mind, and the discourse of the Satisay has been completed here. For whatever reason a person reads or listens to it, She will definitely grant that.

The different ras: Shingr, Love, Attractiveness. Hsya, Laughter, Mirth, Comedy. Rudra, Fury. Kruya, Compassion, Tragedy. Bbhatsa, Disgust, Aversion. Bhaynak, Horror, Terror. Vra, Heroism. Adbhuta, Wonder, Amazement. I have translated the Satisay Granth which has no equal to it.

The purpose for which the poet has spoken it, may Chandaka grant the same. I salute the Holy Sword with all my heart and mind. I shall complete this [Dasam] Granth if You assist me. The sword slices well, and severs the armies of fools, this mighty one decorates and glorifies the battlefield.

It is the unbreakable staff of the arm, it shines powerfuly, and its light is more glorious than the radiance of the sun. It brings happiness to the saints, slicing the vicious ones, it is the destroyer of sins and I take its refuge. Victory, Victory to the cause of the world, saviour of the universe, my protector, I hail the Sword.

Many times You protect from disease, sorrow, and water creatures. The enemy strikes many blows, but you allow not one to inflict my body.

When You protect with Your own hands then these, and sins do not even come near. What else should I say to you, Akal Purakh protects the baby in the membranes of the womb. Once I caught hold of Your feet, only You are in my vision, and none else. All the Simritis, Shstras and Vedas describe several of Your mysteries, but I do not understand one of them. O Holy Sword-wielder!

With Your grace I have not spoken this, You have explained it all. I have abandoned all other doors and have gone to Your door! You have taken my arm, and protected the honour of your slave Gobind. Dansar mahal 1 rat ik oaVkar satigur prasdi. On cosmic platter of the sky, the sun and the moon are the lanterns. The stars and their constellations are studded pearls. The fragrance of sandalwood in the air is the temple incense, and the wind is the flywhisk.

All the plants of the world are the altar flowers in offering to You, O Luminous One. What a beautiful rat this is! Your rat is the destroyer of fear. Anhqw sbd vwjMq ByrI]1]rhwau]. The Unstruck Sound of the Shabad is the vibration of the temple drums. Guru ji is saying he does not have faith in any of the scriptures that he used to write the narratives contained within his Granth Sahib. This is a very important point. You have thousands of eyes, and yet You have no eyes.

You have thousands of forms, and yet You do not have one. You have thousands of lotus feet, and yet You do not have even one foot. You have no nose, but you have thousands of noses. This play entrances me. Amongst all is Your Light, You are that Light. By its radiance, all receive radiance within. Through the Guru's teachings, the light manifests. That which is pleasing to You is the rat. My mind is enticed by the sweet lotus feet of Hari, Day and night, I thirst for them.

Your name is my rat and cleansing bath. Without the name of Hari, all ostentatious ceremonies are false. Your name is my prayer mat, and Your name is the stone that grinds the sandalwood.

Your name is the saffron which I sprinkle in offering to You. Your name is the water, and Your name is the sandalwood. The chanting of Your name is the grinding of the sandalwood, that I offer to You.

Your name is the lamp, and Your name is the wick, Your name is the oil I pour into it. Your name is the light of this lamp, which illuminates the entire world. Your name is the thread, and Your name is the garland of flowers.

The load of the eighteen types of vegetation is too impure to offer You. Why offer to You, that which You have created? The whole world is engrossed in the rites of the eighteen Puras, the sixty-eight sacred shrines of pilgrimage, and the four sources of creation. With incense, and ghee-lanterns, I offer this rat.

Hail to You, Hari, hail to You! Everyday hail to You, King Ram, ruler of all! Beautiful is the lamp, and pure is the wick. You are immaculate and pure, Lord of Lakshmi! Ramanand knows the devotional worship of Ram. Who says the Lord is complete and the embodiment of supreme bliss. Gobind of wondrous form, has carried me across the world-ocean.

Says Sain, vibrate on the Embodiment of supreme joy! The Siddhas in trance have not found Your limit. They hold onto Your sanctuary. The performance of the rat, of the pure Being, comes by devotion to the True Guru, O brethren. QW braham nigam bcr alaKu na laKi j.

With the oil of the essence of reality, the wick of the name, the lamp illluminates my body. I have lit the lantern, woken up to the Lord of the Universe, the wise will understand this.

The unstruck Five primal shabads resound, I dwell with the Lord of the World. Gopal this is Your rat. You arrange the affairs of those devotees who perform your worship.

Lentils, flour and ghee, I beg of You. I shall ever be pleased. Shoes, fine clothes, and grain of seven kinds, I beg of You. Your humble servant Dhanna begs for these things.

BKe Bagati na kj. In hunger, devotional worship cannot be done.

Xh mwlw ApnI lIjY]. If You do not give me Yourself, then I shall beg. As my mind is appeased, I have come to know Hari. The Guru is the Giver; the Guru is the House of ice. The Guru is the Light of the three worlds. O Nanak, He is everlasting wealth. Place your mind's faith in Him, and you shall find peace. The Guru is the giver, the Guru is brave, the Guru is peace and without sin.

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This is the way of the world, O Nanak nothing is permanent. Whatever has been created shall be perish, everyone shall, today or tomorrow. O Nanak, sing the praises of hari, and give up all other entanglements. The name remains, the Holy Saints remain, Guru Gobind remains. Says Nanak, how rare are those who chant the Guru's mantra in this world. Meditating on it, troubles are taken away, by receiving the blessed vision of Your darshan.

Saif [5], Sarohi and Saihathi, these are my Master. You are the arrow, You are Saihathi, You are the hatchet, and sword. Whoever remembers Your name crosses the ocean of existence.

Arrow, Pistols, Large Rifles, those that fire 1 , edged 2 , pointed 3 , nooseb 4 , staff 5. I will make the Singhs repeat Vahiguru. The Turaks on seeing them will run away. Those that are Shahid I will give them liberation. JUln nyjy hsqI swjy]. Jlan neje hasat sje. The spears will wave and the elephants will be adorned.

On every door the battle drums will play. When , barrels will fire. Then the Khalsa will win from where the sun rises to sets. The Khalsa will rule and no rebels will remain. KuAwr hoie sB imlihMgy bcy srn jo hoie]. Kur hoei saB milahiaVge bace saran jo hoei. The faithless will all join, those that take shelter will be saved. Cleared and up went the impure filth that was spread. The battle drums are sounding with victory of the Nihakalank Avatar! Verses of Victory!

Sri Lanka will be plundered, from Palak to Peshawar tresuries will run, we will meet them with a roar and surprise attack like lightening, the drunken ones with pride. Just like the rat-rat, Rahirs Shib, and Chaupa Shib were cut down in length. I will not fight, nor will my army. Baq bran set bVD maVg. The brave warriors, will quickly secure my order. Player of the Sword, all the world will be secured by the Raj and all will be under its order.

The Holy Vahiguru is Victorious. Coin struck in the two worlds by the grace of the true Master. Guru Gobind Singh is the true King of kings. The sword of Nanak is the granter of the wishes. The Holy Akal Purakh Protects. Lakhshami is stood in your Court, and all the Angels bow to You. Nanak Guru Gobind Singh is the perfect manifestation of the Guru. Whose Sovereign light shines in the whole universe and in heaven Sri Abhachal Nagar.

In the four directions of the cosmos You are the absolute Ruler. You indulge in pleasures in the four directions of the cosmos. You are self-existent and auspicious. You are always in union with all. You eradicate pain as You are the form of mercy. You are always present, Your splendour is eternal. I have seen all places, but not one can compare to Yours. Ramdaspur is prosperous and populated, and outstandingly beautiful.

O Hari, says Nanak bathing in the sacred pool of Ramdas, sins are washed away. This beggar begs for charity, give to me my Beloved! The infinite storehouses of the Lord can never be emptied out. O Nanak, the word of the shabad is infinite.

When the True Guru is merciful, then your desires will be fulfilled. When the True Guru is merciful, you will never grieve. When the True Guru is merciful, you will know no pain. When the True Guru is merciful, you will enjoy Haris love.

When the True Guru is merciful, then why should you fear death? When the True Guru is merciful, the body is always at peace. When the True Guru is merciful, the nine treasures are obtained. When the True Guru is merciful, you shall be absorbed in the Truth. Sumbh and Nisumbh were dispatched to the abode of death. And Indra was called to re-crown him. The canopy was held up over the head of king Indra.

Saptvar (Weekly)Aartis (सप्तवार आरतियाँ)

The praise of the mother of the universe spread over the fourteen worlds. This Durga Ph has been composed in pauRs. Pera na jn i jin ih gi. Who sings it, will not take rebirth again. Bhai Gurdas, Vr. Das, G. N, Reading from Bhagatbata.

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Bhai Gurdas, Vr 26, Pau 4. Bhai Gurdas, Vr 6, Pau 3. We are told that after an Akha Ph we should perform the rat, like the Dal Panth, Nanaksar and many others do: How do we do it?

Siva means pure immaculate One, and the name of the Feminine Divine. Verse of Three-Twists. The Praise of the Holy Lord of Time. I am a sacrifice to the Lord of Lakshmi. A milk cow, and a water buffalo, I beg of You.

A good wife to care for my home. In the rg of peace, soraQi. Xh mwlw ApnI lIjY] yah ml apan lj. Here, take back Your rosary. I beg for the dust of the feet of the Saints. I do not owe anyone anything. O Madho, how can I be in Your presence?

Awip n dyhu q lyvau mMgy]rhwau] pi na dehu ta levau maVge. I ask for two kilos of flour. And half a pound of ghee, and salt. AD syru mWgau dwly] aD seru mVgau dle. I ask for a pound of beans. Which I shall eat twice a day. Kwt mWgau caupweI] Kq mVgau chaup. I ask for a cot, with four legs.

And a pillow and mattress. I ask for a quit to cover myself. Your devotee shall perform worship with love. I have no greed.

Your name is the only ornament I wish. Says Kabir, my mind is appeased.

Aartis (आरतियाँ)

I have enshrined the name of Ram within my heart; there is nothing equal to it. I salute all the weapons of various names. I salute all types of missiles. Are the chief weapons. Listen Nand Lal to this creation.It was during Guru Nanak Devs visit to the Jagannath Temple at Puri in AD that his rat was composed, where he stated that the whole universe is the rat to Vahiguru.

A conch is then filled with water, and offered; the water is then poured into a sprinkler and sprinkled over the devotees. The eighteen loads of vegetation are all too impure to offer to You. Somewhere the horse-headed men and celestial singers are singing and somewhere the warrior-attendents, nature-spirits and the nymphs are dancing.

I salute the Holy Sword with all my heart and mind. God is complete, there is nothing that contaminates Him. The Unstruck Sound of the Shabad is the vibration of the temple drums.