Dhan Dhan Guru De Pyarai Daughter of Sri Guru Gobind Sahib Ji Daughter of Mata Sahib Kaur Ji Fearless Warriors Courageous Mothers Determined Daughters They suffered great in-humane tortures Watch their children bleed to death Witnessed the brutal murder of their husbands Yet, they fought for freedom and faith Remembered Guru Ji in every breath And were an Inspiration to all Sikhs We are a Kaur Princess We are a Brave Lioness We are the Daughters of the Khalsa

Anandpur Sahib
Our True Birth Place



O Anandpur Sahib
City of Bliss
Land of the Pure
Birthplace of mind


Crade of the Khalsa, Home of Kesgarh Sahib, Our Guru Ji’s Shrine,

You were first founded by Guru Tegh Bahadur, Nanak Number Nine,
Who soon summoned Gobind Rai to his side at the tender age of nine.

His father was deep in thought so he inquired, what was on his mind?
The Guru replied that tyranny had sunk their country into dire decline.

Gobind Rai proclaimed, why my noble father, let the blood be thine,
For I would rather go fatherless than see innocent millions maligned.

Thus a helping hand he did extend as all the while his life was on the line,
But the language of love is sometimes not enough as his brave son did find.

O Anandpur Sahib, City of Bliss, Land of the Pure, birthplace of mine,
From whose sacred soil sprang forth the Khalsa on the Vasakhi of 1699

Where the five beloved ones were baptized as they all knelt in a line,
And the tenth master declared, I am likewise your discipline as your art mine.

Here the Red Cross was foreseen well over a century ahead of its time,
Only they battlefields, not aiding the wounded was considered a crime.

You see neither friend nor foe, only faces of children of the One Divine,
With walls which shine dazzling white and borders that are colour blind.

Countless Pilgrims have been blessed by thee since the Spring of 1699,
May thy message of human rights spring eternal in our hearts and minds.

And so, to where Gobind Rai was reborn Guru Gobind Singh, I humbly pine,

O Anandpur Sahib
City of Bliss
Land of the Pure
Birthplace of mine


May our souls rekindle, our paths reconnect, and our stars realign,
To renew thy sprit in all mankind.
Harmohanjit Singh Pandher holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. His poems have won awards in recognition of their contribution to the Khalsa terecentary celebrations in 1999. For more information on his book, Sugar, Steel, and the Maple Leaf: the Poems of a Young Sikh Canada, e-mail at Steelblueboods@hotmail.com

by FaujKaur @ Thursday, April 05, 2007
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