To my Master

Whatever is written is due to Him, never I knew how to put in.
Never I felt the help of any literate, Your Grace came and comes straight.
Wrote I as You helped me to write, never I knew how to pen and fight.
My salutation goes to all competent Masters, I kiss the feet of the first¹ and the laster.²
Losing no moment You loved me day and night, how I praise Thee since You deprived my might.
Ah, my Master, You know, how You dwelt in heart, now we thirst for Thee, it is not our fault.

Harbhajan Singh

¹   The One who sent me in this world
²   Who takes us back

Foreword

This book has been written on the on-set of the Golden Age, when one has to stand on all four pillars:

Truth, Penance, Compassion and Charity.

In the Golden Age contentment is the carriage and truth is the driver.

Gods, goddesses, avataras and the negative power are privileged to witness the shortcomings of a disciple of the competent Master and are free to control him without any hindrance. I could not be crowded by these powers, as my Master blessed me with all possibilities needed here and hereafter and provided me with all the four gift of my life.

Credit goes to my Master who endured lots of hardships within during all the 14 years, 1974 – 1988, when He could weave the soft and golden linen and helped all human beings to shed off and throw away the ragged and dirty clothes they wore since long.