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Painde Khan
July 17, 2007 | Leave a Comment
We see the very pang seeking to cool itself in a stream of burning lead, the disciples baring their breasts to bullets, to swords, and to bayonets. No snow can cool it down, nor can rivers wash it away. Death in His Name offers the cup of sweet companionship with Him through an intense ecstasy. Painde Khan, the beloved sikh of Guru Har Gobind, tuurns a rebel, a traitor. He comes to fight with the Master. The Master allows the disciple the chance of giving him the first blow. But Painde Khan fails. he cannot give Him the cut of the combat. The Master’s sword then wounds the disciple deep. Painde Khan falls from his horse. the sun is burning overhead, the sands are hot below. The Master lifts up his disciple, puts his head in His lap and shades the forgetful Painde Khan by His large shield. And the Master asks him, “Painde Khan, Thou art dying. Say thy Kalma now”.
Painde Khan, the disciple, wakes up and says with his tremling lips, ”My Kalma is Thy sword-cut, O Beloved ! Thy word, my salvation. How intenseful blissful is such death at Thy hands, O Lord of Love !”
This deep personal love that coppices again and again even when cut, is the symptom of discipleship and it comes to one when he is called the Guru, ‘The Sikh’.
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