Kirtan - The Beat Of my Life

This Shabad is by Guru Arjan Dev Ji in Raag Gauree on Pannaa 269 He says one thing, and does something else. There is no love in his heart, and yet with his mouth he talks tall. The Omniscient Lord God is the Knower of all. He is not impressed by outward display. One who does not practice what he preaches to others, shall come and go in reincarnation, through birth and death. One whose inner being is filled with the Formless Lord by his teachings, the world is saved. Those who are pleasing to You, God, know You. Nanak falls at their feet. ||7|| rhq Avr kCu Avr kmwvq ] min nhI pRIiq muKhu gMF lwvq ] jwnnhwr pRBU prbIn ] bwhir ByK n kwhU BIn ] Avr aupdysY Awip n krY ] Awvq jwvq jnmY mrY ] 4 ijs kY AMqir bsY inrMkwru ] iqs kI sIK qrY sMswru ]   jo qum Bwny iqn pRBu jwqw ] nwnk aun jn crn prwqw ]7]

Awake and arise my brother Sikhs For if you keep on sleeping You will never stop weeping It is already much too late For you to further sit and wait Your religion is being hijacked Your very identity is being attacked Your image has been battered Your prestige has been shattered You are losing your turban gifted to your Gurus Some of you drink and smoke Some even cut their hair You are the followers of Guu Nanak, The bringer of love and peace You are the descendants of Guru Gobind, The symbol of love and sacrifice Guru Nanak spread the message of love Guru Gobind sacrificed his own for others They showed us the right way So wake up Sikhs! For you to fail to realise Or if you fail to wake and rise Sikhs and their panth will be things of the past Let us unify Let is all say: KHALSA MERO ROOP HAI KHAS, KHALSA MEH HAU KARU NIWAS, KHALSA MERO PIND PRAN, KHALSA MERO JAAN KI JAAN

I am a Princess, I wear a Crown Don't let my Keshes go tumbling down Instead i keep them neatly wound Inside, beneath, my Keski, bound I am a Princess, I let it show I want everyone to know I am daughter of a King, and so I let 'each' one of my Keshes grow I am a Princess, I live in His Grace Fresh and clean without a 'common' trace I don't 'make up', cut, bleach, or paste I'm not a phoney, I have an 'honest face' I am a Princess, as royalty, I wear Bana With my breath do Simran, read BaNee, learn Kathaa My hands help with Langar, do shoe Seva My hearts home is in my Fathers Castle, His Gurudwara I am a Princess, I keep Panj Kakar Precious gifts from Five Beloved Sevadar Weapons to help me fight 5 enemies, win the 'world' war I am a Warrior Princess, my name is Kaur

We are proud to be Sikhs So do many speak --But only of the past And not these present weeks. I pity the Khalsa Panth Which gave up its life for Guru Granth Who sacrificed their heads instead of their hair Attaining martyrdom with least worldly care. Oh! The love for our Guru was so great then That we were recognized as the purest of men, But now that our love for Him is fading away Our Panth is undergoing deep decay. The problem is we still doubt our Guru Despite being perfect--and this is quite true. We get influenced by others' personal philosophies And the purest knowledge, we thus oversee. Why, why is this taking place? Why are we in this disgrace? Do you have any care at all, If you are a Sikh from your heart and soul? A true Sikh is purest in form and feature He is the embodiment of simple Nature So please do not practise apostacy And call yourself a Sikh of Guru Gobind Singh Ji! If our faith is modern then why not our form? Because,if your mind is pure,so will be your body...