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Writings Zafarnama by Guru Gobind Singh |
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O Master of miracles, O Eternal and Beneficent One,
O Giver of Bliss, O Great Pardoner, Who holds me by the Hand,
O King of kings, O Giver of Good, O guidance of the Way.
He who has no material possessions, no army, no ground to stand upon,
Separate from the world, yet most powerful, the Presence, Who givest Thy gifts as if Thou wert here before us. (5)
O Thou Pure One, Our Cherisher, our only Giver.
O Greatest of the great, Thou art the God of every land:
O Master of intellect, O Embellisher of the meek,
O Protector of the faith, Fountain of eloquence,
O Master of intelligence, O Appreciator of Wisdom,
Thou knowest all that happens in the world,
O Thou all-knowing God, O Great One,
The Memorandum to Aurangzeb I have no faith in thy oaths,
I haven’t even an iota of trust in thee,
He who puts faith in thy oath on the Koran,
But, beware that the insolent crow
He who seeks the refuge of the tiger
Had I vowed even secretly on the book of my faith,
And, what could my forty men do (at Chamkaur), when a hundred thousand men, unawares, pounced upon them? (19)
The oath breakers attacked them, of a sudden, with swords, arrows and guns. (20)
I had, perforce to join battle with thy hosts,
When an affair is past every other remedy,
Hadn’t I taken thee to thy word upon the Koran,
I knew not that thy men were crafty and deceitful like a fox.
He who swears to me on the Koran
Thy army dressed like blue bottles,
But, he who advanced from thy ranks beyond his defences,
But they who aggressed not against us
When I witnessed thy general, Nahar Khan, advancing for war,
And many of his men who boasted of their valour,
Then advanced another one of Afghan blood,
He made many assaults with great courage,
The more he attacked, the more he was mauled,
But the cowardly and contemptible Khawaja came not forth like a man,
Had I but seen his face,
At last, many on their side fell on the ground
There was, indeed, an overpowering rain of these,
Torn heads and legs lay in heaps,
The arrows whizzed, the bows twanged,
There were other dreadful, vengeful noises too, of weapons and men,
But, what kind of chivalry is this in war,
When the lamp of the world veiled itself,
He who trusts, however, in an oath on God,
So, not even a hair of mine was touched, nor my body suffered,
I knew not that you, O man, were a perjurer,
Nay, you keep no faith, nor mind religion,
He who observes the tenents of his faith,
You have no idea of what an oath on the Koran is:
Now if you were to swear a hundred times on the Koran,
Had you ever a mind to keep thy faith,
From when you gave your word,
If your majesty were to be present here before me,
Do now what is enjoined upon you,
The written word and the verbal promise of your envoy,
He alone is a man who keeps his word:
Your promise was to honour the Qazi’s word,
If you want to seal thy promise on the Koran,
If only you were gracious enough to come to the village of Kangar,
On the way, there will be no danger to your life,
Come to me that we may converse with each other,
I’d send thee a horseman like one in a thousand,
I’m a slave of the King of kings,
If He were to order me thus,
And if you are a believer in One God,
It is incumbent upon you to recognise the God,
You occupy the throne, in the name of God, the Sovereign of all creation,
What sense of discrimination is this? What regard for religion?
Stranger than strange are thy decrees, O king,
Shed not recklessly the blood of another with thy sword,
O man, beware and fear thy God,
He, the King of kings, fears no one,
God is the Master of the earth and the sky:
He it is who Creates all - from the feeble ant to the powerful elephant,
His name is: “Protector of the meek”.
He has no twist in Him, nor doubt.
You are bound, indeed by your word on the Koran,
It is but meeting that you act wisely,
What, if you have killed my four tender sons,
It is not brave to put out a few sparks,
What a beautiful thought has Firdausi, the sweet-tongued poet, expressed:
When you and I will, both repair to the Court of God,
But, if you will forget even this,
God will reward you well for your misdeed,
This is the keeping of faith: this the act of goodness,
I believe not that you know God,
The Beneficent God also will know thee not,
If now you swear a hundred times on the Koran,
I will enter not your presence, nor travel on the same road,
O Aurangzeb, king of kings, fortunate are you,
Handsome is your person and your intellect high,
A skilled wielder of the sword and clever in administration,
You grant riches and lands in charity,
Great is your munificence, in war you are like a mountain,
You are the king of kings, ornament of the throne of the world:
I warred with the idol-worshipping hill chiefs,
Beware, the world keeps not faith with any:
And look also at the miracle that is God,
What can an enemy do to him whose friend is God?
He grants Deliverance and shows also the Way.
In the time of need, He blinds the enemy,
And he who acts in good faith,
He who serves Him with all his heart,
What harm can an enemy do to him,
The Creator-Lord is ever his refuge, even if tens of thousands of hosts were to proceed against him. (104)
If you have the pride of your army and riches,
You are proud of your empire and material possessions, while I am proud of the Refuge of God, the Immortal. (106)
Be not heedless: for the world lasts but a few days,
Look at the ever changing faithless world:
If you are strong, torture not the weak,
If the One God is one’s Friend, what harm can the enemy do,
A thousand times let an enemy assault him, |
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