When the age of Kali had 'turned knife',
rulers wielding weapons of hate and fear
'had become butchers',
in the dark night of sin and evil,
righteousness taken wings
'the moon of truth' nowhere visible
in all-pervading darkness no path shone
then there appeared on the scene a complete man
come on a man-making mission
the true son of the Earth Mother
Guru Nanak,
who like a colossus strode the darkened horizon.
Always clinging to his native roots
toiling hard to ploughs the soil of his native land
sowing seeds of devotion for the Holy name,
feeding the hungry with nectar and honey
bringing hope to the needy and the fallen
letting the soul-starved reap the harvest of fresh shoots.
Langar, Pangat, self-immersion, Sankirtan
a life of selfless service of God-in-man
of honest toil to cultivate the spirit’s ultimate best
sow, nurture and reap the Truth’s harvest.
The Guru denounced the worship of Mammon
fulminated against ill-gotten gains
visioned a just non-exploitative order,
of loveful service and common sharing
where every one is free and equal
no one encroaching on the other’s possessions.
(Yayati)
