I feel embarrassed at those comments and I can promise you that this poem is far from anywhere even remotely near similar it cant be.I am new to the fold, only being blessed with Amrit only a few weeks ago so I haven't ever had a chance to read this bani as of yet but I am definitely intrigued to read the bani and translations asap now. Ironic thing is, is that i wrote this several months ago befby Dhaasan Das - Gurmat Discussion Forum
Lol sorry just Dases humble attempt at writing a poem I'm afraid.by Dhaasan Das - Gurmat Discussion Forum
Poem Corrected: Death in the battle, swords stabbing through, Living for the moment, living for what’s true. Sacrifice and honour, blood dripping too, Running out of breath, face turning blue. Last seconds left, I hear my heart beat, I focus my attention on Guru and His feet. As my body feels light, my mind becomes one, All the pain I had felt within a sudden had gone. Then Anhad Shaby Dhaasan Das - Gurmat Discussion Forum
Death in the battle, swords stabbing through, Living for the moment, living for what’s true. Sacrifice and honour, blood dripping too, Running out of breath, face turning blue. Last seconds left, I hear my heart beat, I focus my attention on Guru and His feet. As my body feels light, my mind becomes one, All the pain I had felt within a sudden had gone. Then Anhad Shabad, music to my eaby Dhaasan Das - Gurmat Discussion Forum
Death in the battle, swords stabbing through Living for the moment, living for what’s true Sacrifice and honour, blood dripping too Running out of breath, face turning blue Last seconds left, I hear my heart beat I focus my attention on Guru and His feet As my body feels light, my mind becomes one All the pain I had felt within a sudden had gone Then Anand Shabad, music to my ears My eby Dhaasan Das - Gurmat Discussion Forum