The day has come
With His Grace
He has given us a chance
To wake up
To take power
To change the world
Oh beautiful woman
You are the soul
You are the heart
of all what He has created
He preached universal equality
He spoke for me, when no one else did
He enlightened the world by saying
Great Kings come from a woman
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru Nanak Sahib Ji
He gave me the ability to learn
He encouraged me to teach others
He made it clear to the world by saying,
women are the care-takers of our children
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru Angad Sahib Ji
He ended the malice murders of my sisters
He allowed me to show my face
He gave me the gift of confidence,
to look at the world and estimate its worth
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru Amar Das Sahib Ji
He showed me to be generous
He made me realize the gift of prayer
He told me those who work hard and
live a purposeful life, will be rewarded
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru Ram Das Sahib Ji
He taught me to listen and respect my elders
He gave me an eternal home, Sri Harminder Sahib Ji
He declared, by repeating God’s name,
all sins shall vanish
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru Arjan Sahib Ji
He said I am the conscience of a man
He showed me how to protect the poor and destroy tyrants
He told me to promote my faith, mediate on Guru Ji’s teaching,
and to keep all of his commandments
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru HarGobind Singh Sahib Ji
He gave me the desire to be simple
He told me to sing Guruji’s praises night and day
He showed me to be prepared for battle
both physically and spiritually
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru Har Rai Sahib Ji
He was quite young, yet his actions painted my path
He taught me to comfort those in pain
He illustrated that human compassion exists in all,
that we can achieve it by Naam and Simran
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru HarKrishan Sahib Ji
He taught me to believe in One God, the Formless
He showed me that threat of death should be no fear
He sacrificed his life, not only for me, but for men,
women and children of another religion
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru Tegh Bahadhur Sahib Ji
He allowed me to be part of His Fauj
He showered me with five beautiful gifts
He gave me Amrit and the name Kaur, and told me
I was the King’s Daughter
He is my Guru
He is my Guru
He is Sri Guru Gobind Singh Sahib Ji
We know His teachings
We know our History
Now we need to complete His Mission
Wake Up
Take Power
Change the World
The day is here
With His Grace
He is giving us a chance
Dhan Dhan
Dhan Dhan Sri
Dhan Dhan Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji
Show the world
We are here
And we are here to stay
Can't speak Punjabi or understand Katha
Can't sing Kirtan, can't play Tabla,
Can't read Gurbani pronounced correctly
Never learnt how to make Dhal and Roti
Can't sit cross-legged for hours on end
Can't make my enemy into my friend
Just can't do anything Guru JeeGuru Jee Guru Jee Dhan Dhan
Sri Guru Granth Sahib Jee
"Visar nahee datar apana naam deho Gun gava din raat nanak chao eho"
Forget me not O Giver, give me your name
Singing your virtues day and night is Nanak's desire
With your infinite Kirpa and blessings Guru Ji
I can sing and sing day and night inside this body temple
Jap Jap Jap your Naam
Sing Sing Sing your virtues
Day and night
Night and day
Forever and ever
And fall into you
Like a river into the sea
Like a baby in her mother's embrace
And what I can't do
One day bless me so I can do
"Gursikha kee har dhoor de
Hum papee bhee ghat pae-i"
Bless me with the dust of the Gursikhs
So this sinner my find your extent.
Unknown Source
400th martyrdom anniversary 16th June 1606-2006On the 16 June of every year since 1606, the Sikhs have commemorated the martyrdom of their first martyr, the fifth Guru, Guru Arjan Dev. Sikh history until then had been peaceful and non-violent. All the Sikh Gurus had taught the message of compassion, love, dedication, hard work, worship of one God and the commitment to peace and harmony for all the peoples of the world.
But how did Guru Arjan Sahib Ji become fearless, and selfless? How was he raised by his mother, to have such a consciousness? Everyone has the Light of the Divine within them. That is never the question. But to live that Light unto death - that is a matter of training and the mother is the first training ground of the soul. What values did His mothers instil in him? What discipline? What stories? How did His mothers teach him? Wouldn't it be wonderful if we had a parenting book for Sikhs based on how Guru Arjan Dev Ji’s Mother raised him?
...Truly, Bibi Bhanji must have been a Khalsa Mother, even though the Khalsa had not yet come to life...
Bibi Bhani has a unique place in the Sikh history. She is the noble lady who was,
Daughter of a Guru (Guru Amardas),
Wife of a Guru (Guru RamDas),
Mother of a Guru (Guru Arjan Dev),
Grandmother of a Guru (Guru Hargobind),
Great Grandmother of a Guru (Guru Tegh Bahadar)
and Great, Great Grandmother of a Guru (Guru Gobind Singh).
Whether we consider her as a Daughter or Mother. She was a symbol of service. In the Sikh history, she is known as an embodiment of service.
There is special status of Bibi Bhani in the life of Guru Amardas by the way she cared for her father proving that there was no difference between a son and a daughter. Both can equally serve their parents.
There is a superstition in Punjabi culture that a father does not get any service done from the daughter, but Bibi Bhani used to serve her father before marriage and kept serving him even after her marriage. We can learn a lesson from her way of serving that one can continue doing worldly duties along with daily religious service or worship.
Domestic circumstances never became any obstacles and she kept serving her father humbly and with devotion, even after she became the mother of three sons. She very gladly and regularly kept giving bath to her father and used to keep a watch so that no body disturbed him during his meditation. So much so that when a leg of that bath-stool was broken, she kept her arm underneath it, so that his meditation was not disturbed. Only Bibi Bhani could do that.
She was married in the beginning of 1553. She served Bhai Jetha not only as a husband but also as a saint.
She was so contented that she never complained about the poverty of her in-laws. She kept serving her father even after her marriage, as her in-laws were local. She continued doing her worldly duties along with the service of her father. Her husband continued serving in the common kitchen even after his marriage.
They had three sons, Prithi Chand, Maha Dev, and Arjan Dev. Prithi Chand was arrogant, lazy, and dishonest, but still wanted the Guruship after his father. He wanted that his Mother should recommend him for Guruship. She advised him that the decision made by his father would be on merit and she remained neutral. When Guru Arjan Dev was selected for Guruship, Prithi Chand misbehaved with his father.Bibi Bhani snubbed Prithi Chand and admonished him. She said to him that the decision made by his father was impartial. This has been the tradition from the time of Guru Nanak. She also said, “Your father was also selected on the basis of his service and humility.” Bibi Bhani always stood for truth.
Her eldest son, Prithi Chand, was ignored due to his haughty nature and the youngest one, Guru Arjan Dev, was made the fifth Guru by his father. Prithi Chand claimed that he was the fifth Guru and through his agents collected the offerings of the devotees before they could see Guru Arjan Dev. He, thus, tried to fail the common kitchen run by Guru Arjan Dev. Bibi Bhani and Bhai Gurdas, a devotee of Guru Arjan Dev, foiled the conspiracy of Prithi Chand and the common kitchen continued as usual. After the death of Guru Ram Das, Bibi Bhani helped her son, Guru Arjan Dev, in every activity undertaken by him and advised him She persuaded Guru Arjan Dev to remarry after the death of his first wife. It seems Guru Arjan Dev has mentioned her blessings and advice in one of his hymns given on Ang 496 of Guru Granth Sahib:
Goojaree, Fifth Mehla:
Remembering Him, all sins are erased, and ones generations are saved.
So meditate continually on the Lord, Har, Har; He has no end or limitation. 1
O son, this is your mother's hope and prayer,that you may never forget the Lord,
Har, Har, even for an instant. May you ever vibrate upon the Lord of the Universe. 1Pause
May the True Guru be kind to you, and may you love the Society of the Saints.
May the preservation of your honor by the Transcendent Lord be your clothes, and may the singing of His Praises be your food. 2
So drink in forever the Ambrosial Nectar; may you live long, and may the meditative remembrance of the Lord give you infinite delight.
May joy and pleasure be yours; may your hopes be fulfilled, and may you never be troubled by worries. 3
Let this mind of yours be the bumble bee, and let the Lord's feet be the lotus flower. Says servant Nanak, attach your mind to them, and blossom forth like the song-bird, upon finding the rain-drop. 434
Mata Ganga was the wife of Guru Arjan Dev, and Mother of Guru HarGobind ji. She had her only son that too, after a long time of her marriage. Mata Ganga Ji (Guru Ji's wife) once expressed a wish to be blessed with a son.
Guru Arjan Dev ji said to her "Ask not me but a pious Sikh like Baba Buddha Ji". 
Mata Ji went to see Baba Ji taking with her many richly prepared dishes. Baba Ji was not happy, "I am but a grass cutter of the House of Guru Nanak how can I grant you what you wish?" Mata Ji returned home and told Guru ji what had happened. Guru Ji said "Mata Ji do as I say, prepare a simple meal. Make missi roti (bread made of wheat and lentils) with your own hands and take some onions and lassi (butter milk) and walk with humility in your heart. Mata Ji did as she was asked. She humbly presented the food, Baba Ji was pleased. As he ate he blessed Mata Ji
"O mother, thy son will be the king of kings, he will rule the hearts of his people" As he crushed an onion in his hand Baba ji said " and he will crush the heads of evil rulers".
Thus Mata Ji was blessed with a son, who was named HarGobind. Guru HarGobind Ji became the sixth Guru Of the Sikhs.
On 19th of June, 1595 (21st of the month of Har, Sambat 1652), Guru's wife gave birth to a son. On the birth of his son, the Guru uttered the following Sabad:
"The True Guru sent me a son;
A long-lived son hath been born by destiny.
When he took his dwelling in the womb,
His mother's heart was exceedingly glad.
The destiny recorded in the beginning hath become manifest to all.
By God's order the boy hath been born in the tenth month.
(Asa Mohalla 5, Ang-396)
Bibi Bhani was mother of Guru Arjan Dev, the Fifth Guru. Undoubtly Guru Arjan Dev was brought up as model GurSikh. Guru Arjan Dev was the first Sikh Martyr. Guru Arjan Dev compiled Adi Granth by collecting all the writings of Gurus before him and installed it at Harminder Sahib. Guru Arjan Dev completed the construction of Golden Temple.
The following is a summary of the main highlights of Guru Ji life:
Huge number of hymns in the Guru Granth Sahib over 2000
Author of Sukhmani Sahib Bani : Prayer for Peace
Compiled and installed for the first time the holy Sikh Book, which at this stage is called Adi Granth.
Built the Golden Temple
Developed Amritsar as a Centre of Excellence.
Enhanced the Structure of Sikh Society by introducing the Masund system
First Sikh Guru to be martyred.
Hymn by Guru Arjan Dev from the Sukhmani Sahib- SGGS from Ang 262[1]
Meditate, meditate, meditate peace is obtained, Worry and anguish is expelled from the body.
Remembering God, you're not reborn. Remembering God, the fear of death is dispelled.
Remembering God, death is eliminated. Remembering God, your enemies are repelled.
Remembering God, no obstacles are met. Remembering God, night and day you're fully awake.
Remembering God, fear cannot touch you. Remembering God, you don't suffer with sorrow.
Remembrance of God, in the Company of Saints. All treasures, O Nanak, are by Lord Blessing. 2
Master of Martyrs 
Chandu, the officer of Jahangeer, was in charge of torturing Guru Sahib. Guru Sahib told them, "I bear NO ENEMIES or ill-will against any one. All happens as God Almighty wills it to happen. I am prepared to ACCEPT HIS WILL. You may do what you like".
Day 1 of Torture:
Guru Jee was not given anything to EAT or DRINK. He was not allowed to sleep at night. He was KEPT AWAKE. Guru Sahib bore all this calmly. He remained immersed in Simran and repeated from his lips, "WaaheGuroo, WaaheGuroo, WaaheGuroo..." and sang Shabads from Gurbaani.
Day 2 of Torture:
On the following day, Chandu made the Guru sit in a BIG COPPER VESSEL. He filled the vessel with water. He ordered his men to light a fire under the copper vessel. The water began to get hot. After a time, the water began to boil. It SCALDED the Guru Sahib's body. But Guru Jee sat calmly and quietly. He felt no pain, nor did he cry out or even sigh. He felt no anger against those who were torturing him. He remained absorbed in the sweet remembrance of Waheguru and repeated,
"All is happening, O Waheguru, according to Thy Will.
Thy Will is ever sweet to me."
The boiling water made the Guru's flesh soft and left blisters all over the body.
Day 3 of Torture:
On the third day, Chandu ordered his men, "Make some sand red hot in iron pans. Seat the Guru in BOILING WATER. Then pour the RED HOT SAND on his head and body". The water boiled Guru Sahib's flesh from below. The burning red-hot sand burned Guru Jee's head and body from above. The persons engaged in torturing him were wet with sweat. They felt most uncomfortable because of the heat. It was the hottest summer month. But Guru Sahib kept calm and quiet. Again, Guru Jee felt no pain, nor did he cry out, sigh or feel anger. He kept thinking of Waheguru and doing Simran. Guru Jee repeated:
teraa kee-aa meethaa laagai.
O Waheguru! Your actions seem so sweet to me.
har naam padaarath naanak maaNgai.
Nanak begs for the treasure of the Naam, the Name of the Lord.
Baba Mian Meer Jee (a Muslim Sufi Saint and friend of Guru Sahib) tried to intercede on behalf of Guru Sahib but Guru Jee forbid him to interfere in the "Will of the Almighty". Guru Sahib said,
"All is happening in accordance with WAHEGURU's WILL. Men who stand for Truth have often to SUFFER. Their sufferings give STRENGTH to the cause of Truth. Go, brother. Pray for me. Pray for the success of my cause. Pray for VICTORY to TRUTH."
Day 4 of Torture:
On the fourth day, Guru Jee was made to sit on an IRON PLATE. It was heated from below. The iron plate became RED HOT with the heat. Guru Jee's flesh began to be ROASTED. Burning RED-HOT SAND was poured on his body. Guru Sahib sat calm and quite, without a cry or sigh, feeling no physical pain. He sat with his mind fixed on Waheguru and physically living the message of Gurbaani and accepting the Will of Waheguru sweetly.
Day 5 of Torture:
On the fifth day, Guru Sahib was taken the RIVER RAVI bounded in shackles. Guru Sahib's physical body was covered with burns and blisters. To add to the torture Guru Jee was thrown into the river, never to come back out, attaining shaheedi (martyrdom).
When King Jahangir summoned Guru Arjan Dev Ji, his Mother encouraged him to face the difficulties boldly. When Guru Ji was tortured and the news of his martyrdom reached the family, she maintained her composure and did not let her Daughter-in-law, Guru Arjan Dev’s wife, and 11 year-old grandson, Hargobind, lose heart.
We can safely call her the embodiment of service,
truth, endurance, obedience, and humility.
She will always be remembered for
the unique service rendered by her to her Father.
She has the distinction of being the
Mother of the first Sikh martyr, Guru Arjan Dev,
Great-Grandmother of the second
Sikh martyr, Guru Tegh Bahadur,
and Great-Great- Grandmother of Guru Gobind Singh,
who sacrificed himself and his four sons for the sake of justice.
Thus she belongs to a family
whose seven members were martyred.
and our Fifth Guru, Sri Guru Arjan Dev Ji
Operation Bluestar 1984
Today, June 6th, marks the 22nd anniversary of the attack on Sri Harmandar Sahib, when Indian military tanks
stormed Sri Harmandar Sahib...
The Aftermath was horrendous – Human Rights Review in Oct-Dec 1999 Describe it as “Thousands upon thousands of Punjabi Sikhs…Detained, Tortured, Raped and Extrajudicially executed…”
How many Sikh lives were unaccounted for and lost?
Hundreds of thousands an outrageously high cost
You tortured the father and raped the daughter
The mother burned alive while the son died by slaughter
Indian Government please tell us how do you sleep at night?
Knowing very well that instigated such hatred and feelings of spite
You pledged to acknowledge the Sikhs but your
promises were always broken
You poisoned the minds of so many by your
blatant lies and your slander spoken
1675, Dhan Guru Tegh Bahadhur Ji martyred
for the Hindus oppressed
The same Hindus who now wish for the
Sikh Dharam to be suppressed
It is so difficult to fathom the extent of such irony
Even your forefathers will weep at your tyranny
The scars are lasting and the wounds shall never heal
As the pain of your bloody massacre we continue to feel
Hopes of justice are fading a little more each day
But mark the words of the Khalsa Panth for your crimes you shall pay.
Sir Jave Ta Jave, Mera Sikhi Sidhak Na Jave.
If I die then so be it, but may my faith in Sikhi remain firm.
The month of June is dedicated to the countless men, women and children who gave their all to protect Sri Darbar Sahib in June 1984. Khalsa Ji, today, we bow our heads to those who sacrificed their lives for our Khalsa Panth. Dhan Dhan Guru Ke Sikh, who will be honoured for their mutual acts of bravery, in essence, for saving the Khalsa Panth. They will be remembered in our ardass eternally.
Children of 1984…
What a shock it came to be
When my father came to awaken me
At first I was annoyed
Soon it changed to fright
How odd it was
To be awakened
For I had to fight for my family’s dream
Before I stepped up to battle
I led a carefree life
At least until now,
Now my life has been occupied,
By the enemy
I felt pain, but I was fearless
It’s hard to explain how
But deep inside I somehow knew
My pain would be over
We were led by elders
We were told to guard our home
But then without warning
Some men came to take us away
My Mata Ji did not let them
As she fought with all of her strength
Pita Ji never lied to my family or I,
That sooner or later
We were going to die
And so it was on June 6th
We died there together
My family and I
From the ashes, hear our plea…
We did our Nitnem
We did our Kirtan
We were loved
We were ripped from the arms of our
parents and thrown into the fire
We were nothing more than children
We had a future
We were the face the of this Panth
We had dreams too, then we had no hope
We were taken away in the dead of night
No air to breathe
Our parents cried as they saw their loved ones bleeding to death
We are separated from the world to be no more.
From the ashes, hear our plea...
For we were children whose dreams and lives were stolen away!
We will always remember the pain and suffering…
But for the children whose lives were taken away
We shall fight to the very end
And make it clear
We are the next generation
