"You want the wounded part, Kukoor ji,?" She whispered,
"The part
that is struck deep with His love?
The part of my heart which is Pierced with his Arrows of Love, His Prem dhey Theer?
That
part which bleed Crimson with Prem dhey tears like nectar drops from the windows of my soul?
That part of my heart which
once having known True Love can never be satisfied again, with anything but His naAM?"
"GRRRUU, GRrruuuooo..."
She knelt and put her arms around the kukoors neck, buried her face
deep into his fur, and wept silently, Holding Daas hand very tightly. "Feast then Kukoor dear," She whispered lovingly,
~AMritVela~
*Panj BaNia*
**********Japji Sahib**********
i am so proud. I have received an invitation to the High Emperor's banquet. Carefully
i bathe, and anointe myself in costly perfumes, put on my best silk raiment's. i oil and plait and dress and coil my hair.
i put on my finest jewels. At last i am ready, wearing my very finest, i am to sit at the Emperors table. my heart sings in
gladness.
************Jap Sahib************
i enter the hall, here the Emperor is sitting at the head of his table beckoning me to
come in. His table is filled with the 36 delicacies. White table linens, crystal goblets, brimming with the finest wines,
golden plates and the finest cutlery grace his table. A chandelier shines with the light of a thousand suns. The most delicious
aromas drift through the hall, enticing the tongue with their flavors. I am completely over come by his opulence.
************Tev Prasad Sveya************
i am uncultured, and do not have the slightest idea of how to begin to partake of this
feast. Here in the midst plenty, i will starve. Not knowing in the least of how to take. Tears spring to my eyes. Please just
allow me some crumbs from your plate. Be merciful and feed me with your hand, like a child, I have no knowledge of using fine
utensils.
**************Benti Chaoupee**************
Weeping, i realize, i am a mere beggar, dressed in rags, filthy and unkempt, my hands
are not clean. I am of low birth. My life is one filled with sinful activities. I am not worthy to be in this palace. Sobbing,
pleading, please just let me take leftovers from the plates of your servants, and clean their feet. Even that is too good
for my sort.
**************Anand Sahib**************
Covering my face i weep, only let me have a place amoung the dogs of your court. i will
take only their leavings. Let me serve them, and fill their bowl with the crimson tears of my remorse.
**************Shabad Hazaree**************
Utter shame only
waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru waheguru
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