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Taan Sain was the best musician in

Emperor Akbar's court. Each evening

he would sing for the Emperor who
was a lover of the arts and would
greatly appreciate the musician. He
would shower many gifts and praises
onto the musician.
One evening, after a particularly
beautiful performance by the
musician, the Emperor called Taan
Sain to his palace and said, "Today
you overwhelmed me. While I was
listening to you sing, a thought
occurred to me and that thought was
that you are the best musician on this
Earth. But as soon as that thought
had trespassed my mind, I thought
about the great teacher who must
have taught you must also be great.
That's the reason I asked for you.
Pray tell me, who is your teacher and
how can he or she come to this court
to perform for the Kingdom."
Taan Sain smiled and said, "Sire, my
teacher is full of wonders. But I know
him enough to tell you that he will
not come to this court."
The Emperor said, "Of course we will
do his seva quite handsomely..."
Taan Sain, "With due respect, Sire, no
amount of seva will bring my teacher
to your court."
This greatly intrigued the Emperor,
"Surely there is a way that I could
listen to your teacher sing. If he will
not come here, perhaps we can go to
Taan Sain again smiled, "Sire, my
teacher is carefree and he might not
like us going to him." Emperor,
"But surely, my good man, there must
be a way."
Taan Sain thought a while and said,
"Well, there is one way. My teacher
usually sings in the early mornings by
the Ganga River. If the Raja insists,
then we must be discreet and hide
nearby and listen to him at that
The Emperor was a spiritual man and
he did wake up at early hours of the
morning anyway, so he arranged for
them to be taken to a place where
Taan Sain's teacher bathed and sang.
Both the Emperor and Taan Sain
reached the river bank at 1 am and
hid in nearby bushes. As was the
daily routine of Taan Sain's teacher,
he came to the river at 1.30 am,
bathed and sat on the river bank and
sang.His song was so great that it
completely mesmerized the Emperor.
The Emperor could not speak or
move, and just sat like a stone idol
for entire time the teacher sang.
Even after the teacher had left, the
Emperor had to be nudged from his
vismad smadhi by Taan Sain.
The Emperor half dreamily walked
back to the carriage which had
brought them to the river bank. The
Emperor remained in vismad for the
whole ride back and indeed, the
whole day.
After that evening's performance, the
Emperor summoned Taan Sain to his
palace again and said, "Taan Sain,
your teacher is wonder itself. I am
very, very curious at one thing. I love
your singing but if you wouldn't mind,
I would request you answer one

Taan Sain, "Sire, please ask this

servant any question."
The Emperor, "With much due
respect, I thought that you were the
best on this Earth, but your teacher
far surpresses you. I do not wish to
offend you in any way, but please tell
me how is this possible that your
teacher's talent is eons deeper than
Taan Sain laughed and said, "Rajan, I
perform for you, he performs for
Meri pyare guru jee dee pyari pyari
Taan Sain performed for worldly
people. His teacher performed for
Taan Sain's song was like a rose. His
teacher's song was like a bed of
freshly-blossomed and fragrance-
laden roses dancing in the wind.
Taan Sain performed for worldly
people. His teacher performed for
At the hour that our overwhelmingly-
loving guru calls "Amrit Vela" we
perform for Waheguru. No one else.
There is no doubt that when we do
seva and sing keertan at the
gurudwara, we do it sincerely and
with faith. But I will tell, my lovers,
there is always a hint of humai (ego)
hidden in our actions. When we do
good keertan, we wait for someone to
say, "Wah, Wah."
But at the time that our
overwhelming-ras-filled guru calls
"Amrit Vela", there is no one there
except guru. Only guru, pyareo, guru.
Then we please the guru and the
guru only. The guru loves us then.
The guru then has the chance to
splash us with the guru's overflowing
maddening prem, love, ras and jot.
The time that our very own father,
mother and overwhelmingly
unconditionally-loving guru calls
"Amrit Vela" is the beginning of sikhi.
It is the beginning of our path to the
guru's warm and sukh-sagar bosom.
it is like talking to guru ,talking to
gaavaih tudhno …(jap ji)
namo namo namo waheguru…(jaap

Prem kiyo waheguru…(svaeye)

Tumhe chaaad koi avar na dheaun


ANAND waheguru…

Do not delay. It is "now" or never.

waheguru waheguru waheguru
waheguru waheguru waheguru
waheguru waheguru