# Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee

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> Shri Guru Granth Sahib: Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee
> Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 001
> He obtains the treasure of liberation, and the difficult road to the Lord is not blocked. ||231||
> Kabeer, whether is is for an hour, half an hour, or half of that,
> whatever it is, it is worthwhile to speak with the Holy. ||232||
> Kabeer, those mortals who consume marijuana, fish and wine
> - no matter what pilgrimages, fasts and rituals they follow, they will all go to hell. ||233||
> Kabeer, I keep my eyes lowered, and enshrine my Friend within my heart.
> I enjoy all pleasures with my Beloved, but I do not let anyone else know. ||234||
> Twenty-four hours a day, every hour, my soul continues to look to You, O Lord.
> Why should I keep my eyes lowered? I see my Beloved in every heart. ||235||
> Listen, O my companions: my soul dwells in my Beloved, and my Beloved dwells in my soul.
> I realize that there is no difference between my soul and my Beloved; I cannot tell whether my soul or my Beloved dwells in my heart. ||236||
> Kabeer, the Brahmin may be the guru of the world, but he is not the Guru of the devotees.
> He rots and dies in the perplexities of the four Vedas. ||237||
> The Lord is like sugar, scattered in the sand; the elephant cannot pick it up.
> Says Kabeer, the Guru has given me this sublime understanding: become an ant, and feed on it. ||238||
> Kabeer, if you desire to play the game of love with the Lord, then cut off your head, and make it into a ball.
> Lose yourself in the play of it, and then whatever will be, will be. ||239||
> Kabeer, if you desire to play the game of love with the Lord, play it with someone with committment.
> Pressing the unripe mustard seeds produces neither oil nor flour. ||240||
> Searching, the mortal stumbles like a blind person, and does not recognize the Saint.
> Says Naam Dayv, how can one obtain the Lord God, without His devotee? ||241||
> Forsaking the Diamond of the Lord, the mortals put their hopes in another.
> Those people shall go to hell; Ravi Daas speaks the Truth. ||242||
> Kabeer, if you live the householder's life, then practice righteousness; otherwise, you might as well retire from the world.
> If someone renounces the world, and then gets involved in worldly entanglements, he shall suffer terrible misfortune. ||243||
> Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee:
> One Universal Creator God. By The Grace Of The True Guru:
> The day of the bride's wedding is pre-ordained.
> On that day, the Messenger of Death, of whom she had only heard, comes and shows its face.
> It breaks the bones of the body and pulls the helpless soul out.
> That pre-ordained time of marriage cannot be avoided. Explain this to your soul.
> The soul is the bride, and death is the groom. He will marry her and take her away.
> After the body sends her away with its own hands, whose neck will it embrace?
> The bridge to hell is narrower than a hair; haven't you heard of it with your ears?
> Fareed, the call has come; be careful now - don't let yourself be robbed. ||1||
> Fareed, it is so difficult to become a humble Saint at the Lord's Door.
> Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 002
> I am so accustomed to walking in the ways of the world. I have tied and picked up the bundle; where can I go to throw it away? ||2||
> I know nothing; I understand nothing. The world is a smouldering fire.
> My Lord did well to warn me about it; otherwise, I would have been burnt as well. ||3||
> Fareed, if I had known that I had so few sesame seeds, I would have been more careful with them in my hands.
> If I had known that my Husband Lord was so young and innocent, I would not have been so arrogant. ||4||
> If I had known that my robe would come loose, I would have tied a tighter knot.
> I have found none as great as You, Lord; I have looked and searched throughout the world. ||5||
> Fareed, if you have a keen understanding, then do not write black marks against anyone else.
> Look underneath your own collar instead. ||6||
> Fareed, do not turn around and strike those who strike you with their fists.
> Kiss their feet, and return to your own home. ||7||
> Fareed, when there was time for you to earn good karma, you were in love with the world instead.
> Now, death has a strong foothold; when the load is full, it is taken away. ||8||
> See, Fareed, what has happened: your beard has become grey.
> That which is coming is near, and the past is left far behind. ||9||
> See, Fareed, what has happened: sugar has become poison.
> Without my Lord, who can I tell of my sorrow? ||10||
> Fareed, my eyes have become weak, and my ears have become hard of hearing.
> The body's crop has become ripe and turned color. ||11||
> Fareed, those who did not enjoy their Spouse when their hair was black - hardly any of them enjoy Him when their hair turns grey.
> So be in love with the Lord, so that your color may ever be new. ||12||
> Third Mehl:
> Fareed, whether one's hair is black or grey, our Lord and Master is always here if one remembers Him.
> This loving devotion to the Lord does not come by one's own efforts, even though all may long for it.
> This cup of loving devotion belongs to our Lord and Master; He gives it to whomever He likes. ||13||
> Fareed, those eyes which have enticed the world - I have seen those eyes.
> Once, they could not endure even a bit of mascara; now, the birds hatch their young in them! ||14||
> Fareed, they shouted and yelled, and constantly gave good advice.
> But those whom the devil has spoiled - how can they turn their consciousness towards God? ||15||
> Fareed, become the grass on the path,
> if you long for the Lord of all.
> One will cut you down, and another will trample you underfoot;
> then, you shall enter the Court of the Lord. ||16||
> Fareed, do not slander the dust; noting is as great as dust.
> When we are alive, it is under our feet, and when we are dead, it is above us. ||17||
> Fareed, when there is greed, what love can there be? When there is greed, love is false.
> How long can one remain in a thatched hut which leaks when it rains? ||18||
> Fareed, why do you wander from jungle to jungle, crashing through the thorny trees?
> The Lord abides in the heart; why are you looking for Him in the jungle? ||19||
> Fareed, with these small legs, I crossed deserts and mountains.
> But today, Fareed, my water jug seems hundreds of miles away. ||20||
> Fareed, the nights are long, and my sides are aching in pain.
> Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 003
> Cursed are the lives of those who place their hopes in others. ||21||
> Fareed, if I had been there when my friend came, I would have made myself a sacrifice to him.
> Now my flesh is burning red on the hot coals. ||22||
> Fareed, the farmer plants acacia trees, and wishes for grapes.
> He is spinning wool, but he wishes to wear silk. ||23||
> Fareed, the path is muddy, and the house of my Beloved is so far away.
> If I go out, my blanket will get soaked, but if I remain at home, then my heart will be broken. ||24||
> My blanket is soaked, drenched with the downpour of the Lord's Rain.
> I am going out to meet my Friend, so that my heart will not be broken. ||25||
> Fareed, I was worried that my turban might become dirty.
> My thoughtless self did not realize that one day, dust will consume my head as well. ||26||
> Fareed: sugar cane, candy, sugar, molasses, honey and buffalo's milk
> - all these things are sweet, but they are not equal to You. ||27||
> Fareed, my bread is made of wood, and hunger is my appetizer.
> Those who eat buttered bread, will suffer in terrible pain. ||28||
> Eat dry bread, and drink cold water.
> Fareed, if you see someone else's buttered bread, do not envy him for it. ||29||
> This night, I did not sleep with my Husband Lord, and now my body is suffering in pain.
> Go and ask the deserted bride, how she passes her night. ||30||
> She finds no place of rest in her father-in-law's home, and no place in her parents' home either.
> Her Husband Lord does not care for her; what sort of a blessed, happy soul-bride is she? ||31||
> In her father-in-law's home hereafter, and in her parents' home in this world, she belongs to her Husband Lord. Her Husband is Inaccessible and Unfathomable.
> O Nanak, she is the happy soul-bride, who is pleasing to her Carefree Lord. ||32||
> Bathing, washing and decorating herself, she comes and sleeps without anxiety.
> Fareed, she still smells like asafoetida; the fragrance of musk is gone. ||33||
> I am not afraid of losing my youth, as long as I do not lose the Love of my Husband Lord.
> Fareed, so many youths, without His Love, have dried up and withered away. ||34||
> Fareed, anxiety is my bed, pain is my mattress, and the pain of separation is my blanket and quilt.
> Behold, this is my life, O my True Lord and Master. ||35||
> Many talk of the pain and suffering of separation; O pain, you are the ruler of all.
> Fareed, that body, within which love of the Lord does not well up - look upon that body as a cremation ground. ||36||
> Fareed, these are poisonous sprouts coated with sugar.
> Some die planting them, and some are ruined, harvesting and enjoying them. ||37||
> Fareed, the hours of the day are lost wandering around, and the hours of the night are lost in sleep.
> God will call for your account, and ask you why you came into this world. ||38||
> Fareed, you have gone to the Lord's Door. Have you seen the gong there?
> This blameless object is being beaten - imagine what is in store for us sinners! ||39||
> Each and every hour, it is beaten; it is punished every day.
> This beautiful body is like the gong; it passes the night in pain. ||40||
> Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 004
> Shaykh Fareed has grown old, and his body has begun to tremble.
> Even if he could live for hundreds of years, his body will eventually turn to dust. ||41||
> Fareed begs, O Lord, do not make me sit at another's door.
> If this is the way you are going to keep me, then go ahead and take the life out of my body. ||42||
> With the axe on his shoulder, and a bucket on his head, the blacksmith is ready to cut down the tree.
> Fareed, I long for my Lord; you long only for the charcoal. ||43||
> Fareed, some have lots of flour, while others do not even have salt.
> When they go beyond this world, it shall be seen, who will be punished. ||44||
> Drums were beaten in their honor, there were canopies above their heads, and bugles announced their coming.
> They have gone to sleep in the cemetary, buried like poor orphans. ||45||
> Fareed, those who built houses, mansions and lofty buildings, are also gone.
> They made false deals, and were dropped into their graves. ||46||
> Fareed, there are many seams on the patched coat, but there are no seams on the soul.
> The shaykhs and their disciples have all departed, each in his own turn. ||47||
> Fareed, the two lamps are lit, but death has come anyway.
> It has captured the fortress of the body, and plundered the home of the heart; it extinguishes the lamps and departs. ||48||
> Fareed, look at what has happened to the cotton and the sesame seed,
> the sugar cane and paper, the clay pots and the charcoal.
> This is the punishment for those who do evil deeds. ||49||
> Fareed, you wear your prayer shawl on your shoulders and the robes of a Sufi; your words are sweet, but there is a dagger in your heart.
> Outwardly, you look bright, but your heart is dark as night. ||50||
> Fareed, not even a drop of blood would issue forth, if someone cut my body.
> Those bodies which are imbued with the Lord - those bodies contain no blood. ||51||
> Third Mehl:
> This body is all blood; without blood, this body could not exist.
> Those who are imbued with their Lord, do not have the blood of greed in their bodies.
> When the Fear of God fills the body, it becomes thin; the blood of greed departs from within.
> Just as metal is purified by fire, the Fear of God removes the filthy residues of evil-mindedness.
> O Nanak, those humble beings are beautiful, who are imbued with the Lord's Love. ||52||
> Fareed, seek that sacred pool, in which the genuine article is found.
> Why do you bother to search in the pond? Your hand will only sink into the mud. ||53||
> Fareed, when she is young, she does not enjoy her Husband. When she grows up, she dies.
> Lying in the grave, the soul-bride cries, "I did not meet You, my Lord."||54||
> Fareed, your hair has turned grey, your beard has turned grey, and your moustache has turned grey.
> O my thoughtless and insane mind, why are you indulging in pleasures? ||55||
> Fareed, how long can you run on the rooftop? You are asleep to your Husband Lord - give it up!
> The days which were allotted to you are numbered, and they are passing, passing away. ||56||
> Fareed, houses, mansions and balconies - do not attach your consciousness to these.
> When these collapse into heaps of dust, none of them will be your friend. ||57||
> Fareed, do not focus on mansions and wealth; center your consciousness on death, your powerful enemy.
> Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 005
> Remember that place where you must go. ||58||
> Fareed, those deeds which do not bring merit - forget about those deeds.
> Otherwise, you shall be put to shame, in the Court of the Lord. ||59||
> Fareed, work for your Lord and Master; dispel the doubts of your heart.
> The dervishes, the humble devotees, have the patient endurance of trees. ||60||
> Fareed, my clothes are black, and my outfit is black.
> I wander around full of sins, and yet people call me a dervish - a holy man. ||61||
> The crop which is burnt will not bloom, even if it is soaked in water.
> Fareed, she who is forsaken by her Husband Lord, grieves and laments. ||62||
> When she is a virgin, she is full of desire; but when she is married, then her troubles begin.
> Fareed, she has this one regret, that she cannot be a virgin again. ||63||
> The swans have landed in a small pond of salt water.
> They dip in their bills, but do not drink; they fly away, still thirsty. ||64||
> The swans fly away, and land in the fields of grain. The people go to chase them away.
> The thoughtless people do not know, that the swans do not eat the grain. ||65||
> The birds which lived in the pools have flown away and left.
> Fareed, the overflowing pool shall also pass away, and only the lotus flowers shall remain. ||66||
> Fareed, a stone will be your pillow, and the earth will be your bed. The worms shall eat into your flesh.
> Countless ages will pass, and you will still be lying on one side. ||67||
> Fareed, your beautiful body shall break apart, and the subtle thread of the breath shall be snapped.
> In which house will the Messenger of Death be a guest today? ||68||
> Fareed, your beautiful body shall break apart, and the subtle thread of the breath shall be snapped.
> Those friends who were a burden on the earth - how can they come today? ||69||
> Fareed: O faithless dog, this is not a good way of life.
> You never come to the mosque for your five daily prayers. ||70||
> Rise up, Fareed, and cleanse yourself; chant your morning prayer.
> The head which does not bow to the Lord - chop off and remove that head. ||71||
> That head which does not bow to the Lord - what is to be done with that head?
> Put it in the fireplace, instead of firewood. ||72||
> Fareed, where are your mother and father, who gave birth to you?
> They have left you, but even so, you are not convinced that you shall also have to go. ||73||
> Fareed, flatten out your mind; smooth out the hills and valleys.
> Hereafter, the fires of hell shall not even approach you. ||74||
> Fifth Mehl:
> Fareed, the Creator is in the Creation, and the Creation abides in God.
> Whom can we call bad? There is none without Him. ||75||
> Fareed, if on that day when my umbilical cord was cut, my throat had been cut instead,
> I would not have fallen into so many troubles, or undergone so many hardships. ||76||
> My teeth, feet, eyes and ears have stopped working.
> My body cries out, "Those whom I knew have left me!"||77||
> Fareed, answer evil with goodness; do not fill your mind with anger.
> Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 006
> Your body shall not suffer from any disease, and you shall obtain everything. ||78||
> Fareed, the bird is a guest in this beautiful world-garden.
> The morning drums are beating - get ready to leave! ||79||
> Fareed, musk is released at night. Those who are sleeping do not receive their share.
> Those whose eyes are heavy with sleep - how can they receive it? ||80||
> Fareed, I thought that I was in trouble; the whole world is in trouble!
> When I climbed the hill and looked around, I saw this fire in each and every home. ||81||
> Fifth Mehl:
> Fareed, in the midst of this beautiful earth, there is a garden of thorns.
> Those humble beings who are blessed by their spiritual teacher, do not suffer even a scratch. ||82||
> Fifth Mehl:
> Fareed, life is blessed and beautiful, along with the beautiful body.
> Only a rare few are found, who love their Beloved Lord. ||83||
> O river, do not destroy your banks; you too will be asked to give your account.
> The river flows in whatever direction the Lord orders. ||84||
> Fareed, the day passes painfully; the night is spent in anguish.
> The boatman stands up and shouts, "The boat is caught in the whirlpool!"||85||
> The river flows on and on; it loves to eat into its banks.
> What can the whirlpool do to the boat, if the boatman remains alert? ||86||
> Fareed, there are dozens who say they are friends; I search, but I cannot find even one.
> I yearn for my beloved like a smouldering fire. ||87||
> Fareed, this body is always barking. Who can stand this constant suffering?
> I have put plugs in my ears; I don't care how much the wind is blowing. ||88||
> Fareed, God's dates have ripened, and rivers of honey flow.
> With each passing day, your life is being stolen away. ||89||
> Fareed, my withered body has become a skeleton; the crows are pecking at my palms.
> Even now, God has not come to help me; behold, this is the fate of all mortal beings. ||90||
> The crows have searched my skeleton, and eaten all my flesh.
> But please do not touch these eyes; I hope to see my Lord. ||91||
> O crow, do not peck at my skeleton; if you have landed on it, fly away.
> Do not eat the flesh from that skeleton, within which my Husband Lord abides. ||92||
> Fareed, the poor grave calls out, "O homeless one, come back to your home.
> You shall surely have to come to me; do not be afraid of death."||93||
> These eyes have seen a great many leave.
> Fareed, the people have their fate, and I have mine. ||94||
> God says, "If you reform yourself, you shall meet me, and meeting me, you shall be at peace.
> O Fareed, if you will be mine, the whole world will be yours."||95||
> How long can the tree remain implanted on the river-bank?
> Fareed, how long can water be kept in a soft clay pot? ||96||
> Fareed, the mansions are vacant; those who lived in them have gone to live underground.
> Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 007
> They remain there, in those unhonored graves.
> O Shaykh, dedicate yourself to God; you will have to depart, today or tomorrow. ||97||
> Fareed, the shore of death looks like the river-bank, being eroded away.
> Beyond is the burning hell, from which cries and shrieks are heard.
> Some understand this completely, while others wander around carelessly.
> Those actions which are done in this world, shall be examined in the Court of the Lord. ||98||
> Fareed, the crane perches on the river bank, playing joyfully.
> While it is playing, a hawk suddenly pounces on it.
> When the Hawk of God attacks, playful sport is forgotten.
> God does what is not expected or even considered. ||99||
> The body is nourished by water and grain.
> The mortal comes into the world with high hopes.
> But when the Messenger of Death comes, it breaks down all the doors.
> It binds and gags the mortal, before the eyes of his beloved brothers.
> Behold, the mortal being is going away, carried on the shoulders of four men.
> Fareed, only those good deeds done in the world will be of any use in the Court of the Lord. ||100||
> Fareed, I am a sacrifice to those birds which live in the jungle.
> They peck at the roots and live on the ground, but they do not leave the Lord's side. ||101||
> Fareed, the seasons change, the woods shake and the leaves drop from the trees.
> I have searched in the four directions, but I have not found any resting place anywhere. ||102||
> Fareed, I have torn my clothes to tatters; now I wear only a rough blanket.
> I wear only those clothes which will lead me to meet my Lord. ||103||
> Third Mehl:
> Why do you tear apart your fine clothes, and take to wearing a rough blanket?
> O Nanak, even sitting in your own home, you can meet the Lord, if your mind is in the right place. ||104||
> Fifth Mehl:
> Fareed, those who are very proud of their greatness, wealth and youth,
> shall return empty-handed from their Lord, like sandhills after the rain. ||105||
> Fareed, the faces of those who forget the Lord's Name are dreadful.
> They suffer terrible pain here, and hereafter they find no place of rest or refuge. ||106||
> Fareed, if you do not awaken in the early hours before dawn, you are dead while yet alive.
> Although you have forgotten God, God has not forgotten you. ||107||
> Fifth Mehl:
> Fareed, my Husband Lord is full of joy; He is Great and Self-sufficient.
> To be imbued with the Lord God - this is the most beautiful decoration. ||108||
> Fifth Mehl:
> Fareed, look upon pleasure and pain as the same; eradicate corruption from your heart.
> Whatever pleases the Lord God is good; understand this, and you will reach His Court. ||109||
> Fifth Mehl:
> Fareed, the world dances as it dances, and you dance with it as well.
> That soul alone does not dance with it, who is under the care of the Lord God. ||110||
> Fifth Mehl:
> Fareed, the heart is imbued with this world, but the world is of no use to it at all.
> Section 41 - Shaloks Of Shaykh Fareed Jee - Part 008
> It is so difficult to be like the fakeers - the Holy Saints; it is only achieved by perfect karma. ||111||
> The first watch of the night brings flowers, and the later watches of the night bring fruit.
> Those who remain awake and aware, receive the gifts from the Lord. ||112||
> The gifts are from our Lord and Master; who can force Him to bestow them?
> Some are awake, and do not receive them, while He awakens others from sleep to bless them. ||113||
> You search for your Husband Lord; you must have some fault in your body.
> Those who are known as happy soul-brides, do not look to others. ||114||
> Within yourself, make patience the bow, and make patience the bowstring.
> Make patience the arrow, the Creator will not let you miss the target. ||115||
> Those who are patient abide in patience; in this way, they burn their bodies.
> They are close to the Lord, but they do not reveal their secret to anyone. ||116||
> Let patience be your purpose in life; implant this within your being.
> In this way, you will grow into a great river; you will not break off into a tiny stream. ||117||
> Fareed, it is difficult to be a dervish - a Holy Saint; it is easier to love bread when it is buttered.
> Only a rare few follow the way of the Saints. ||118||
> My body is cooking like an oven; my bones are burning like firewood.
> If my feet become tired, I will walk on my head, if I can meet my Beloved. ||119||
> Do not heat up your body like an oven, and do not burn your bones like firewood.
> What harm have your feet and head done to you? Behold your Beloved within yourself. ||120||
> I search for my Friend, but my Friend is already with me.
> O Nanak, the Unseen Lord cannot be seen; He is revealed only to the Gurmukh. ||121||
> Seeing the swans swimming, the cranes became excited.
> The poor cranes were drowned to death, with their heads below the water and their feet sticking out above. ||122||
> I knew him as a great swan, so I associated with him.
> If I had known that he was a only wretched crane, I would never in my life have crossed paths with him. ||123||
> Who is a swan, and who is a crane, if God blesses him with His Glance of Grace?
> If it pleases Him, O Nanak, He changes a crow into a swan. ||124||
> There is only one bird in the lake, but there are fifty trappers.
> This body is caught in the waves of desire. O my True Lord, You are my only hope! ||125||
> What is that word, what is that virtue, and what is that magic mantra?
> What are those clothes, which I can wear to captivate my Husband Lord? ||126||
> Humility is the word, forgiveness is the virtue, and sweet speech is the magic mantra.
> Wear these three robes, O sister, and you will captivate your Husband Lord. ||127||
> If you are wise, be simple;
> if you are powerful, be weak;
> and when there is nothing to share, then share with others.
> How rare is one who is known as such a devotee. ||128||
> Do not utter even a single harsh word; your True Lord and Master abides in all.
> Do not break anyone's heart; these are all priceless jewels. ||129||
> The minds of all are like precious jewels; to harm them is not good at all.
> If you desire your Beloved, then do not break anyone's heart. ||130||
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