Dhanvante Dukhiye Sabhi - Sahjobai Ji - RSSB Shabad

These shabads are hymns or spiritual poems written by saints and mystics from different spiritual traditions of the Indian subcontinent. The shabads convey a deep message of truth and are sung with heartfelt devotion. They express the intense longing of the soul for union with the Lord. These songs of devotion are prayers that inspire the true seeker to turn inwards to contact the ultimate Truth - the inner divine music that reverberates within every being.
English Translation:
The wealthy are all unhappy,
the poor are in a wretched state;
only the Saints are happy, says Sahjo,
they have realized the One beyond compare.
There is no happiness in mere reading of religious texts,
nor in discussions or debates;
the Saints are ever in bliss, says Sahjo,
as they remain in the profound meditative state.
Just as, iron tongs are put in fire at one moment
and immersed in water at the very next,
so are the pains and pleasures of this world,
says Sahjo, do not be affected by them.
Says Sahjo, live in this world
like the tongue in the mouth;
even if it consumes large amount of butter,
it does not acquire its grease.
When no one remains, death is definitive
and the departure is firmly assured,
why do you adorn your hair, O Sahjo,
just for transient wedded bliss?
By the grace of the Master,
O Sahjo, I have come to realize:
there is no surety of the next breath
and death certainly awaits ahead.
Just as a woman visiting her parent’s house
has her attention always in her husband,
similarly, while living in this world
devotees do not ever forget the Master.
Continually committing bad deeds
one collects a bundle of poison;
but when one comes in the refuge of the Master,
one’s countless karmas are obliterated in a moment.
Those who became enraptured in the love of the Lord,
their mind is totally decimated;
intoxicated and absorbed, they go about, O Sahjo,
perceiving the Master within.
Those who become enraptured in love of the Lord
are dyed in the hue of the Beloved;
they lose all awareness of mind, O Sahjo,
and even become oblivious of their bodies.
The ones enraptured in the Lord’s love, O Sahjo,
their speech becomes babbled;
sometimes their faces are filled with laughter,
and at other times their eyes shed tears.
The ones who are enraptured in the love of the Lord,
their whole demeanor becomes transformed;
they do not perceive any difference, O Sahjo,
between a prince and a pauper.
The ones enraptured in the love of the Lord,
rise above the discrimination of colour and creed;
the world considers them crazy, O Sahjo,
and people stay away from them.
The ones enraptured in the love of the Lord,
rise above all rites and rituals;
men and women laugh at them,
but they remain in a state of bliss.
Those who are intoxicated in the love of the Lord,
their bodies sway and stagger;
wherever they may tread, says Sahjo,
the Lord takes care of them.
Their mind is in a state of bliss,
and every part of their body is ecstatic,
neither are they (their mind) in the company of anyone,
says Sahjo, nor do they let anyone be with them.
It was with a great good fortune
that I met with my Master;
he gave me love and made me humble,
he bestowed me the Divine secret.
The honour of a disciple lies in his obedience to the Satguru,
even if the Guru rebukes him a million times.
Never leave his door, says Sahjo,
keep this firmly entrenched in your mind.
Absorb the vision of the Master within your heart
and contemplate on his form, says Sahjo;
dedicate yourself in the service of the Guru,
forsaking the pride of your clan.
Do not hide anything from the Guru,
never tell him any lies;
whether good or bad, true or false,
reveal it all, before the Guru.
The Guru will protect you, says Shajo,
he will eradicate all your suffering and strife.
How can you hide anything from the Guru, O blind one?
He knows everything, even the secrets of your mind!
One cannot complete even the worldly tasks
without the help of a teacher;
Then reflect on this in your mind, says Sahjo,
how can one attain the Lord without the Guru?
The Guru is greater than the Supreme Lord,
even the Vedas and the Puranas proclaim that;
says Sahjo, by worshipping the Lord one attains salvation,
but by devotion to the Guru, one merges with the Lord.
When one meets the Satguru, says Sahjo,
one gets totally transformed;
the crow metamorphoses into a swan
and attains its long forgotten home.
The Master is pleased with me, O Sahjo,
he dispelled all doubts from my mind;
every pore of mine is suffused with love -
my whole body is inundated with it.
My Guru showered his grace upon me,
how am I to describe it, asks Sahjo?
Every pore of my body is inundated with bliss
and I am rendered totally speechless!
The Master is pleased, O Sahjo,
he revealed a secret to me;
the tendencies of my mind and body got reversed
and I was dyed in the hue of love.
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