Salok The Guru, the Supreme Lord God, preserved my honor, when I renounced hypocrisy, emotional attachment and

hment and corruption O Nanak, worship and adore the One, who has no end or limitation. When the dumalla is tied, then the Farla/Farara flys beautifully. The Chakkar with the Khanda Torha (the chain mail and khanda) has a strange spectacular beauty. . Guru Gobind Singh Ji Summoned Fateh Singh Ji. And from his holy mouth, he uttered that a panth like Fateh singh would come to be. We, the Akaalis, are heading all, and our panth is different from all. We are hold a double edged sword to fight in the war of the righteousness. With the Salotar (daang/thick stick) that we are holding, we have eradicated Maya. In the skies is our place of worship and the Mahaakaal (Lord of Lords, Greatest Immortal) is our protector. On the head is the crown (dumalla) and on the crown is the Chakkar, what an inexplicable rush of good feelings has come. Holy Guru Nanak Ji and Holy Guru Gobind Singh Ji, We bow and present our heads in front of you. The Farlaas are flowing freely in the air while we tie them, and the ambrosial sounds of the Shabad Guru is heard ringing. Guru Gobind Singh Ji has granted salvation to my whole lineage. The Supreme Lord God has procted my head and forehead. The Transcendent Lord has protected my hands and body. God, my Lord and Master, has saved my soul. The Lord of the Universe has saved my wealth and feet. The Merciful Guru has protected everything, and

destroyed my fear and suffering. God is the Lover of His devotees, the Master of the masterless. Nanak has entered the Sanctuary of the Imperishable Primal Lord God. I am a wrestler, I belong to the Lord of the World. I met with the Guru, and I have tied a tall, plumed turban. All have gathered to watch the wrestling match, and the Merciful Lord Himself is seated to behold it. The bugles play and the drums beat. The wrestlers enter the arena and circle around. I have thrown the five challengers to the ground, and the Guru has patted me on the back. All have gathered together, But we shall return home by different routes. The Gurmukhs reap their profits and leave, while the self-willed manmukhs lose their investment and depart. You are without color or mark. The Lord is seen to be manifest and present. Hearing of Your Glories again and again, Your devotees meditate on You. They are attuned to You, O Lord, Treasure of Excellence. Through age after age, I am the servant of the Merciful Lord. The Guru has cut away my bonds. I shall not have to dance in the wrestling arena of life again. Nanak has searched, and found this opportunity.