Victory March

Victory March
       (Charat Charain)

The Waves of Life roll on …
No one can ever stop them.

Life marches onwards …
There is no one who can stop it.

The Cosmic Laws of Life,
Come from the Heavenly planes.

Who could ever tire of living a Life like this?
But there are many travellers and many guides who have been left behind in the dust.

I, Narindar Pal, sustained by God, walk with steps that never tire.
The Golden Ray of the Inner Sun ever shines within me.
The Silver Ray of the Goddess Moon casts away all darkness.

My Light is God’s Light.
My Story is God’s Story.
The True Guru, the Guru’s essence, lives within my words.
My home is the Sound Current.
My Pranas come from the heavens.
I come from the Infinite One,
And, though all the world may try,
My story cannot be told.

Oh, People! Don’t try to stop me!
Truth is my profession. Samadhi is my consciousness.
I am called Narshima, Ravana, and Narindar Pal.
I bow my forehead wherever the True Guru lives, And utter Har, Har!

Entering into Samadhi, the Yogi says:
We came into the world uttering Har! Har! Har!
Let us never have to visit here again!


Written in the first person as "Narinder Pal," this autobiographical poem is filled with a sense of irrestible and triumphant strength. Narshima was an incarnation of Vishnu, a fierce warrior who killed the wicked king Harnaksh. King Harnaksh forbade all worship of God in his kingdom, because he wanted his people to worship only him. Harnaksh’s son was Prahlad, a devoted man of God who worshipped the Infinite One in the form of Lord Vishnu. It was just as the evil king was about to kill his own son that Narshima stepped in and saved Prahlad’s life. In the Siri Guru Granth Sahib, Narshima is referred to as the "man-lion," and the Guru uses him as the symbol of one who has overcome his animal nature and perfected the power of his human consciousness. Ravana was the demon king who stole Sita from Lord Rama (another of Lord Vishnu’s incarnations.) Ravana is the symbol of the violent, kinetic, unbridled ego. In this poem from the Furmaan Khalsa, the Siri Singh Sahib is saying that people call him many things. Some see him as a hero and some see him as a demon. But in the midst of people’s judgements he simply bows his forehead wherever the True Guru lives and utters the True Name.

…..Guruka Singh