I myself wanted to write about Bhai Genda ji as I loved the sakhi as was told in a deevaan by Bhai Sukha Singh from UK. I can’t come close to Bhai Kulbir Singh ji’s kavya rachna, but here is a mere attempt. This sakhi is told in the form of a poem in 3rd person. I am personifying myself as the air (pavan) that is flowing from Kabul, where Bhai Genda ji lived, all the way to Kiratpur Sahib where Sahib Sri Guru Har Rai Sahib Ji lived. First I see Bhai Genda ji doing bhagti at 3 AM, and then I flow to Kiratpur Sahib and see that Gurujee couldn’t move to leave His aasan or even eat till 3 PM in the afternoon as Bhai Sahib was lost in meditation for 12 hours. I have entitled this poem as “Kartaar giraftaar”



Siga suhana sama salona, pyaare da naam len da mahoorat
Jaagde ne sirf ohi divaane, bandagi jina de jeevan di jaroorat
Machleya machleya mai udd’da jaama, ajj mera vi mann tappda hai
Mai vekhaan sammne ikk Guru da piyaara, prem ch bhijjke naam jappda hai

Dhann Sri Guru Har Rai, Dhann Sri Guru Har Rai, eh dhunn mithhee goonjdi hai
Ajj te lagda jime mere naal turi hoi, janma di mayl nu poonjdi hai
Nihaal hoya mai simran sunn ke, eh Sikh kinna mithhaa gaunda hai
Mai saare sansaar nu thand paava, eh menu thand paunda hai

Soorj hunn charrh aaya ser te, Bhai Gendey de simran da koi anth nahi
Jisnu eh chete karda hai, oh lagda Rab hee hai, koi sant nahi
Pyaar naal bhijjeya hoya eh sohna Gursikh, ajj menu eme parteed’da hai
Yaad jinu eh karda pal pal, naal rishta sachey meet da hai

Hunn jaava os paar jra mai, dekhaan kithe oh kirpa da saagar hai
Ishk di agg jo ethe laggi hai, ki os passey vi baraabar hai?
Naam suneya hai Kiratpur Sahib da, jithe oh noor ilaahi rehnda hai
Dekhaan jaake os Mehboob nu, jeeda aashik Bhai Genda hai

Dooro dekhaan te jyot chamakdi, lagda ehi oh asthaan hai
Ehi hai jithe sharan leke, har paapi vi parvaan hai
Ki pata ajj ander jaake, meri chaal vi kitay kharr jaaye
Thand den vaala subhaav mera, ajj sheyd aap hee thhar jaaye

Akha hoiya chakachond, vekh ke laal-o-laal jalaal
Gadh gadh mai hova bey’hisaab, noorani mukhda kamaal
Jo haal behaal mera hoya, oh metho dass ni hona
Hunn vikaara de janjaal ch, metho kadi fass ni hona

Par eh mai ki vekhda haan, eh Preetam ton hill vi ni hunda
Jeede chehre da parkash vekh ke, soorj vi charan chummda
Bethhe adha din beet giya, nah khaada nah peeta
Ki kaaran hai ajj Maalik ne, eh choj anokha keeta

Haan hunn samjheya ki vajah si, es mithhay choj niraale di
Ghutt bharda si eh Maalik Sohna, Gende de prem piyaale di
Hill nah hoya Tetho jinna chir, Gende ne dhiyaan kholleya nah
Bann ke rakh leya Tenu Daateya, te Tu vi kush bolleya nah

Maya, vastar, ja rumaale, ehna naal Ohnu kaun bannuga
Milooga Daata sirf ohna nu, jo prem naal Hukam mannuga
Sache pyaar da bandhan ikk aisa, bebas ho janda Kartaar
Sikh ne prem di hathkadi jad laayi, ta vekho hoya Guru vi giraftaar

-Mehtab Singh
Friday, Jan. 29, 2010