Guru Nanak’s Message - By Savraj Singh, 11/21/2009, Lahir Performance.
Let’s get in the time machine and rewind
to a time just after 1469.
We find ourselves in Punjab before it existed,
A time and place where darkness and drudgery persisted,
But in this environment two men traveled, sang, and brought light,
Guru Nanak and Mardana were here to fight the good fight,
People thought they were crazy to question the social norms,
But their message of equality meant monumental reforms,
With divine poetry and music, they cracked into closed minds,
They pounded at the social structure, and began to unify humankind.
Now the followers of Nanak, let’s call them Sikhs,
Quickly filled with ideas that put the ruling class in a fix.
They snapped the once-unbreakable bonds of caste,
They understood equality and that the cruel social system wouldn’t last,
They began to read, write, and be all they could be,
All the while remembering God, sharing and living honestly
The feeling of empowerment, the passion, the energy grew,
Sikhi began to swell as more and more adopted Nanak’s world view.
Fast forward about 100 years, where we meet the Fifth Guru,
Arjan Dev Ji compiled the scripture, lived the message and stayed True
Then came the oppressors, to them faith didn’t matter,
They just wanted to stop people from climbing the social ladder
They liked their control of the masses, and saw Sikhi as a threat
So they tortured and killed Guru Arjan, may we never forget
The oppressors knew that they were testing our mettle,
What ensued over the coming century leaves many peaceniks unsettled.
The rulers held the power, they wanted to keep the people down
The Sikhs would have none of it, and we took this message to town
They attacked us with blunt tools and big threats, you know, things like money and death
Of course they found that Sikhs fought to the last breath
They kept trying to cut down the tree of Sikhi, but they could never cut the root,
With each cut it grew back, faster, bigger, and stronger to boot.
Now we find ourselves on Vaisakhi Day in 1699,
Flags are waving, the crowd is gathering, people are enjoying the sunshine,
The tenth Guru, Guru Gobind Singh caught his followers by surprise,
And decided to make this the day that the Khalsa would rise.
Nanak’s original message, so simple and profound,
Was now carried forth by soldier-saints known the world round.
The Khalsa marched forward with both serving bowl and sword,
On a mission to help the oppressed, without an expectation of reward
The Singhs and Kaurs, the lions and princesses, kept Nanak’s message alive,
Even if it meant that they themselves would never survive.
They did it for their children, and for future generations, like us
They made the ultimate sacrifice, in Waheguru they placed their trust.
Fast forward to now, and here we find ourselves today,
A noble and gallant people, wait, what did I just say?
Let’s be honest with ourselves, I think we’ve slipped a bit,
Instead of holding fast to Nanak’s pure ideals, we’ve sized them down to fit.
A once principled and proud people ready to die to preserve the Guru’s blessed vision,
Now we struggle with our identity and seem to suffer indecision and division.
We’re good at turning words and justifying our own self-centered positions,
Drawing targets where we shoot our wayward arrows, we lack True purpose or mission.
You see, at some point the oppressors got smart,
The events of 1984, well, they were just the start.
Instead of coming after us openly and threatening our lives,
The oppressors come in new forms that help us eliminate our own drive.
“Give them bread and circuses, let the masses be entertained,”
And so we spend our time watching movies and playing video games.
When we look at the world we find that our community is not so unique,
Languages are rapidly disappearing and the future for many looks bleak.
As many of us try to approach Sikhi, we’re like kids in the cockpit of a 747,
Forget about flying, we don’t even know how to start the engine.
In fact, it seems like we might be accelerating our own oppression.
Is there hope, you ask? It all starts with your own mind.
If you want the message to survive, start to seek Truth and you shall find.
This effort requires little resources or time,
Merely a commitment to the pursuit of the Divine.
The Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji, the message, is in a room in your house somewhere,
Realize that a lot of blood was spilled to get it there.
Open the pages and sit behind it,
If you have a question, the answer you’ll find it.
You’ll discover a poetic manual to cross the deep world-ocean,
Effectively a guide to swimming through Simran, dedication, and devotion.
Awaken your inner warrior-saint, that Singh or Kaur is within you
You’ll find that the world comes into focus and into clear view
But nothing’s going to happen without your mind onboard,
So it is this, I implore, and nothing more.
Let’s get in the time machine and rewind
to a time just after 1469.
We find ourselves in Punjab before it existed,
A time and place where darkness and drudgery persisted,
But in this environment two men traveled, sang, and brought light,
Guru Nanak and Mardana were here to fight the good fight,
People thought they were crazy to question the social norms,
But their message of equality meant monumental reforms,
With divine poetry and music, they cracked into closed minds,
They pounded at the social structure, and began to unify humankind.
Now the followers of Nanak, let’s call them Sikhs,
Quickly filled with ideas that put the ruling class in a fix.
They snapped the once-unbreakable bonds of caste,
They understood equality and that the cruel social system wouldn’t last,
They began to read, write, and be all they could be,
All the while remembering God, sharing and living honestly
The feeling of empowerment, the passion, the energy grew,
Sikhi began to swell as more and more adopted Nanak’s world view.
Fast forward about 100 years, where we meet the Fifth Guru,
Arjan Dev Ji compiled the scripture, lived the message and stayed True
Then came the oppressors, to them faith didn’t matter,
They just wanted to stop people from climbing the social ladder
They liked their control of the masses, and saw Sikhi as a threat
So they tortured and killed Guru Arjan, may we never forget
The oppressors knew that they were testing our mettle,
What ensued over the coming century leaves many peaceniks unsettled.
The rulers held the power, they wanted to keep the people down
The Sikhs would have none of it, and we took this message to town
They attacked us with blunt tools and big threats, you know, things like money and death
Of course they found that Sikhs fought to the last breath
They kept trying to cut down the tree of Sikhi, but they could never cut the root,
With each cut it grew back, faster, bigger, and stronger to boot.
Now we find ourselves on Vaisakhi Day in 1699,
Flags are waving, the crowd is gathering, people are enjoying the sunshine,
The tenth Guru, Guru Gobind Singh caught his followers by surprise,
And decided to make this the day that the Khalsa would rise.
Nanak’s original message, so simple and profound,
Was now carried forth by soldier-saints known the world round.
The Khalsa marched forward with both serving bowl and sword,
On a mission to help the oppressed, without an expectation of reward
The Singhs and Kaurs, the lions and princesses, kept Nanak’s message alive,
Even if it meant that they themselves would never survive.
They did it for their children, and for future generations, like us
They made the ultimate sacrifice, in Waheguru they placed their trust.
Fast forward to now, and here we find ourselves today,
A noble and gallant people, wait, what did I just say?
Let’s be honest with ourselves, I think we’ve slipped a bit,
Instead of holding fast to Nanak’s pure ideals, we’ve sized them down to fit.
A once principled and proud people ready to die to preserve the Guru’s blessed vision,
Now we struggle with our identity and seem to suffer indecision and division.
We’re good at turning words and justifying our own self-centered positions,
Drawing targets where we shoot our wayward arrows, we lack True purpose or mission.
You see, at some point the oppressors got smart,
The events of 1984, well, they were just the start.
Instead of coming after us openly and threatening our lives,
The oppressors come in new forms that help us eliminate our own drive.
“Give them bread and circuses, let the masses be entertained,”
And so we spend our time watching movies and playing video games.
When we look at the world we find that our community is not so unique,
Languages are rapidly disappearing and the future for many looks bleak.
As many of us try to approach Sikhi, we’re like kids in the cockpit of a 747,
Forget about flying, we don’t even know how to start the engine.
In fact, it seems like we might be accelerating our own oppression.
Is there hope, you ask? It all starts with your own mind.
If you want the message to survive, start to seek Truth and you shall find.
This effort requires little resources or time,
Merely a commitment to the pursuit of the Divine.
The Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji, the message, is in a room in your house somewhere,
Realize that a lot of blood was spilled to get it there.
Open the pages and sit behind it,
If you have a question, the answer you’ll find it.
You’ll discover a poetic manual to cross the deep world-ocean,
Effectively a guide to swimming through Simran, dedication, and devotion.
Awaken your inner warrior-saint, that Singh or Kaur is within you
You’ll find that the world comes into focus and into clear view
But nothing’s going to happen without your mind onboard,
So it is this, I implore, and nothing more.
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