Story Of Amar Das ji: Meeting the Guru

Story Of Amar Das ji: Meeting the Guru

(Part 2) Amar Das meets the Guru

Amar Das rode on horseback to meet the Guru. This excursion was more imperative than any of the incredible journeys he'd been on some time recently. As he rode, he sang the lines he had recently retained.

bhiaa manoor kanchan fir hovai, je gur milai tinehaa

Iron is changed into gold assuming that one meets with the Guru.

ek naam amrit wow devai, tou naanak trishtas dehaa

They are honored with the nectar name and afterward, goodness Nanak, the form is made consistent!

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At last he touched base at the Guru's house. At the time he saw the virtuous face of the Siri Guru Angad Dev ji, Amar Das ji's heart blast open with light and love. He grinned as tears of euphoria moved down his cheeks.guru Angad stood up to welcome his senior. They were now crew. Amar Das was the Guru's girl's uncle-in-law.

"Welcome great sir," said the Guru.

They moved towards one another to grip. However rather Amar Das ji promptly fell on his knees and touched the Guru's feet, "I am a worm before you, Guru Ji." Everybody was astounded! They considered, "However he's not the Guru's scholar. He's family; and he's more seasoned than the Guru... 20 years more advanced in years!"

Amar Das ji felt in his heart that he had found an extraordinary mystery treasure. "My Guru," he said, "don't consider me your relative and don't even consider me a senior. If its not too much trouble take me in as your servant and demonstrate to me the right way!"

The Guru saw his determination and his dedication and acknowledged him as his sevadar. Full of euphoria and love, Amar Das shouted.

From that point on Amar Das Ji committed himself to serving the Guru and living by the Guru's teachings. He woke in the unanticipated morning and recounted the Guru's expressions. He figured out how to read and grasp the Guru's compositions, he served the Guru's langar, he washed the plates, gathered kindling to cook the nourishment and carried water for the Guru's shower in a pot which he carried on his shoulder each morning from the stream. He served every living soul and he never overlooked a solitary thing the Guru let him know. He turned into an exceptional part of the Guru's closest sangat. The Sikhs were extremely humbled to see the administration of this man who was in excess of 60 years of age.

When a man asked Guru Angad Dev Ji, "My name is Gobind. By your Grace I was ready to assemble a city. I beseech you Guru Ji, come and give us your darshan. Live in the new city, it is by a stream. The point when more individuals will come, it will be an extremely wonderful spot. It would be ideal if you live in the new city, it will be devoted to you. Favor us with your vicinity Guru Ji."

The city was named Goindwal. It was 14 miles away yet on the grounds that Guru Angad had been advised by his expert to live where he was in Khadur, he sent Amar Das to live in Gowindal, using his nights there and venturing out every day to visit the Guru.

In the same way that the Guru requested, Amar Das ji used his nights in the new city. He might wake up in the unanticipated morning and fill a substantial pot with water from the stream. He might discuss Jap ji as he conveyed the pot over his head and walk the 14 miles to the Guru's house.

It was an overwhelming burden and a long outing yet Amar Das ji never wavered in his determination. In the wake of carrying water and having the Guru's darshan he used the entire day in administration. In the wake of joining in the nighttime Kirtan Darbar he directly washed the Guru. The point when the Guru headed off to rest, Amar Das strolled the distance once more to Goindwal... also he strolled rearward the entire time. Strolling counter directionally was his direction of demonstrating to himself that he might never dismiss serving the Guru. The sky saw how Amar Das Ji's commitment was not a custom, it was straight from the heart, genuine and solid. He watched, "While others lead their lives in mistrust, the individual whose heart has the sacrosanct word, they get the true comprehension."

One day Amar Das saw that Guru Angad was in ache. The Guru had a tainting on his foot that was overflowing. He was obviously uncomfortable and can't doze.