Parampita pyaare, Guruji hamaare, Aapki izaazat se pahunche hain hum Aapke dwaare, Aapne hee Hain hamaare kaaj sanvaare, Hum sab toh chal rahe hain buss Aapke sahaare.
Aapne hum sabko goad mein liya, Har pal itna laad aur pyaar hai diya, Aapne Apne aanchal se aansoon ponchhe Hain hamaare, Hamaare liye andhere mein akash mein sajaaye hain chaand aur taare.
Hamaara haath thaam kar hamein chalna sikhaaya, Hamein sahi aur galat mein fark dikhaaya, Andhvishwaas se duur rehne kee prerna dee, Vikaaron ko tyaagne kee chetna dee.
Hamaari galatiyon ko Aap karte Hain maaf, Hamaare mann ko Aap karte Hain saaf, Aur phir hamein sikha kar jeene ka paath, Rehte Hain har pal hamaare saath.
Aapne dee hai hamein nek jeeven jeene kee yogyataa, Aapne dee hai hamein sachchaayee ke liye khade honei kee kshsmtaa, Buss Aapke nakshe kadam par chal paayein, Aur Aapke ashirwaad se Aapke gunn sadaa gaayein.
Shukrana shukrana Aapka, Jo Aapne sadaa nibhaaya hai saath, Shukrana Shukrana Aapka, Ki Aap Hain hamaare naath.
Chaahe kabhi kabhi yeh yatra hoti hai tufaani, Phir bhi samast roop se hai bahut suhaani, Guruji kee kripa se hee banee hai yeh yatra ruhaani, Usey manzil milnee nishchit hai jisne pyaare Guruji kee baat hai maani.
Har seedhi par badh jaati hai chaahat, Aur bhi seedhiyaan chadhne kee, Har seedhi chadhte huey aur bhi sunaayee deti hai aahat, Guruji ke sangg chalne kee.
Chalte Hain Ve sab par daalte huey Apni nazar, Aur sajaate Hain chunautiyon se hamaara safar, Safar mein idhar udhar se jaane-anjaane mein aakraman kar dete hain paanch chor, Kaam krodh lobh moh ahankaar, ye chor kheenchte hain apni oar.
Is safar mein safaltaaon kee raunak mein, Kabhi toh Guruji kee aahat sunaayi deti hai, lekin kabhi kabhi nahin, Kabhi apni galatiyon ka ehsaas hota hai, Kabhi lagta hai ki hum kar rahe hain sab sahi.
Kabhi pachhtaava hota hai, kabhi kabhi nahin, Kabhi seekhte huey aagey badhte hain, kabhi ruk jaate hain vaheen, Guruji, sumat bakhshiye ki seedhiyan chadhte huey, Dagamagaa na jaayein hum kaheen.
Girne lagein hum toh kripa kar sambhaal lena, Kuch samajh na aaye toh apni suraksha ke saanche mein dhaal lena, Peechhe reh jaayein toh Apni mamta se aagey chalne kee subuddhi dena, Mann mein anuchit khayaal jo aaye toh mann ko shuddhi dena.
Seedhiyaan chadhte chadhte thakk jaayein toh himmat dena, Oopar pahunchte pahunchte kamzori aaye toh taakat dena. Karmon ka bhaari bojh abb aur nahin uthaaya jaata, Aapki kripa se nishkalank ho jaaye karmon ka khaata.
Niraash ho jaayein toh yatra ko asha ke chiraag se kar dena ujjwal, Galat kadam uthaane lagein toh roak lena hamein usee pal. Aapko paane kee tamanna hee ho hamaari yatra kee manzil, Isee tamanna ko poori karne mein ramm jaaye yeh dil.
Aapke kadmon kee aahat ka sadaa rahe hamein dhyan, Hameshaan rakhein soch aur karam mein hum imaan, Karte rahein yatra mein Aapki mahima ka gungaan, Har pal Aapko hum apna shukrana karein bayaan.
Hamaare shareer ke khoon ka har katra neevenpann mein jaaye rangg, Is yatra ke dauran itna sudhar jaaye hamaara jeene ka dhangg, Ki hamaare mann mein sabke liye sadbhavna samaaye, Aur yatra ke antt mein Aapse shubh milan ho jaaye.
Yeh dil kee hai dastaan, Karna chaahti hoon bahut kuch bayaan, Mann hai ki Guruji se sab kuch kahoon, Phir yaad aata hai ki chaahe chup bhi rahoon, Guruji ko toh maalum hai sabb, Kyunki Ve toh Hain sabke Rabb, Rabb bhi aise ki har Devi Devta dein Unhe sammaan, Rabb aise Jinhe poojta hai saara jahaan.
Dil kee dastaan ko dil mein sambhaale, Khaamoshi kee bhaasha mein kar deti hoon bayaan, Guruji se kuch bhi chhupa kahaan, Ve toh Hain antaryaami mahaan.
Unke MahaSamadhi lene se pehle, Unse milee nahin hoon, Chaahe is safar mein mai, Kuch kuch abhi nayee hoon.
Lekin itna toh maanti hoon, Aur itna toh jaanti hoon, Ki Guruji har pal saath Hain, Bheetar bhi aur baahar bhi, Har sangat ke sangg rehte Hain Ve, Baahar bhi aur ghar par bhi.
Jabb takk saans rahe is shareer mein, Guruji, Aap basey rehna meri taqdeer mein, Kyunki is se zyada khushkismati ho sakti nahin, Ki jahaan taqdeer le jaayegi, Aap hongein vaheen.
Isey bheekh samajhiye ya guzaarish, Buss, hai meri yeh khwaahish, Aapka naam lekar na jaagoon, aisa koi prabhat na ho, Aapka naam liye bin neend aa jaaye, aisee koi raat na ho.
Na samaaye jinka noor kisee chitr mein, Na samaaye jinkee mahima kisee kavita ya geet mein, Na seemit hai jinkee leela rangon se bani kisee bhi tasveer mein, Na milega jinka aishwarya kisee bhi jaageer mein, Ve Hain hamaare MahaShiv Guruji mahaan, Jinke niyantran mein hai yeh saara jahaan.
Guruji mamta aur sneh kee moorat Hain, Unke saare swaroop kitne khoobsoorat Hain, Guruji kee kripa se har swaroop Guruji ka hee roop hai, Har swaroop anokha, divya, aur anoop hai.
Guruji toh Bhagwaan Hain, Har bandhan se parey Hain, Buss, Apne bhakton ke adheen Hain, Jinke liye Ve sabse bade Hain.
Unke aagey hamaari koi aukat nahin, Kuch nahin hai yahaan jo Unkee dee hui saugat nahin, Unke ishaaron par waqt chalta hai, Unkee marzi se sooraj uday hota aur dhalta hai.
Ve swarantra Hain, Sarveshwar Hain, Param paawan Hain, Parmeshwar Hain, Ve Brahmaand ke shehenshah, hum Unke gulam hain, Hum hain Unke kinkar jo karte Unhe salaam hain.
Shehar mein aaya ek fakeer, Subah shaam Maalik ka naam lete huey, Thaa bin kisee moh maya kee zanjeer, Jaata thaa sabko dua dete huey.
Din ho ya ho raat, Karta thaa gairon se bhi baat, Lekin apnapan chhalkaata thaa, Sabka dukh dard samajh jaata thaa.
Na usey bhookh lagti thi na pyaas, Na hoti thi usey kisee dhan daulat kee aas, Buss, rehta thaa Veh sadhna mein, Na jaane kis kee upaasna mein.
Uske aane se kheton kee hariyaali badhne lagi, Sooraj kee kirnon ke liye taraste shehar mein dhoop chadhne lagi, Har oar khushhaali chha gayi, Sabke chehron par raunak aa gayi.
Saamanjasya badh gaya samaj mein, Unnati hui sabke kaam kaaj mein, Rachnaatmakata chhoone lagi oonchaayee, Aur adhyaatmik gyan kee ujjwalta chhaayi.
Ek din fakeer ke jaane ka samay aaya, Shehar ka har jann bahut ghabraaya, Jabb fakeer ne apna faisla sunaaya, Kisee ne kaha, jaao matt, toh kisee ko bahut rona aaya.
Lekin veh toh ek fakeer thaa, ya kahoon usey bairaagi, Jisey dekhkar har jann ke mann mein ruhaaniyat jaagi, Na jaane yeh khayaal aaya sapne mein ya hakeekat mein, Kyunki yeh sabb dekhte dekhte mai neend se jaagi.
Jaana mainey, maana mainey, Ki Guruji aaye roop mein fakeer ke, Na jaane Unhonei kaunse rangg badle, Meri kismat kee lakeer ke.
Lekin itna toh mai jaan gayi, Aur bin sanshay ke maan gayi, Ki ho gaya in swapn darshan se kalyaan, Kyunki Guruji toh swayam Hain MahaShiv Bhagwaan.
Kaise karoon mai Guruji ka dhanyawaad, Alfaaz kaafi nahin hain bayaan karne ke liye, Buss, keh sakti hoon poore vishwaas ke saath, Ki Unhonei jalaa diye meri bujhi kismat ke saare deeye.
Har janam mein liye huey har saans se bhi, Shukrana karoon Unka toh hoga kumm, Buss, har pal kehti hoon Shukrana Guruji, Jabb takk saansein nahin jaati thumm.
Chehre ke nayyn bandd thei, Magar khuley huey thei mann ke nayyn, Saraahte huey Guruji ke saumya roop ko, Unn nayynon ko mil raha thaa sukoon aur chayyn.
Bin kuch boley mann kee aankhein, Bayaan kar rahin thi Guruji ko mann ka haal, Guruji pyaar se sunn rahe thei, Bin poochhe koi bhi sawaal.
Itna noor thaa chhaaya hua, Kyunki Ishwar swayam thaa saamne aaya hua, Anubhav ho raha thaa Gurbani ka madhur spandan, Tabhi khushboo aayi jaise miley hon gulab aur chandan.
Aankhein kholne ke liye hui mai majboor, Lagaa ki kuch kaaran hoga zaroor, Uss anokhi si khushboo ka, Jisne dard har liya rooh ka.
Dekha toh mere saamne mandaraa rahi thi ek titlee, Itne shokh rangg thei uske maano chamak rahi ho bijlee, Jahaan titlee mandaraati thi, khushboo bhi vahaan jaati thi, Isliye titlee kee udaan ke saath saath hawaa bhi mehek si jaati thi.
Mann mein Guruji se hui mulaakaat, Aur aankhein kholi toh bhi milee divya darshan kee saugat, Guruji ka shukrana baarambaar, Ki Unke darshan se mila itna pyaara pyaar.
Arzoo hai ki jidhar se bhi aayein, Ye hawaayein Guruji ka paigaam laayein, Abb toh chaahe aankhein khuli hon ya hon bandd, Guruji se guzaarish hai ki Ve har pal nazar aayein.
Zindagi ke pehlu hain kitne saare, Sabhi aate hain hamaare dwaare, Koi pehlu romaanchak toh koi sangeen, Koi udaaseen, toh koi haseen.
Har pehlu kuch sikhaata hai, Har pehlu kuch dikhaata hai, Har pehlu is safar ka manzar hai, Jiska hota hamaare karmon par asar hai.
Har pehlu par Guruji ka pehra hai, Aur Unke ashish ka sehra hai, Har pehlu ka mahatva hai, Yeh baat bilkul satya hai.
Pehlu Guruji dwaara hee rachaaye huey hain, Kyunki Ve Hain MahaShiv leela dhaari, Hamaari har soch aur hamaare har karam se, Ve bhaamp lete Hain neeyat hamaari.
Har pehlu mein apna kirdaar nibhaana hai zaroori, Kyunki ek rangg manch hai yeh zindagi, Tabhi toh ye yatra hogi poori, Jismein madad karegi hamaari Guru bandagi.
Yoon hee samajh lein ki har pehlu hai ek imtehaan, Jis se Guruji ko hoti hai hamaari asal pehchaan, Chhupaa lein chaahe khud se aur saare sansaar se, Lekin, kuch nahin chhupa hai hamaare Parwardigaar se.
Gulab paane ke liye, Kaanton se dosti karni padti hai aksar, Nahin toh insaan kho sakta hai, Gulab takk pahunchne ka avsar.
Guruji kee divyata ke pyaare gulab, Khilein hai sab bhakton ke liye, Unn gulab ke phoolon kee khushboo ne, Kitnon ke ghar hain mehka diye.
Buss kaanton kee chubhan ko shaayad padega sehna, Taaki mil jaaye gulab ka veh divya gehna, Jisey paakar mehek jaayega antar-mann, Aur susajjit ho jaayega yeh jeevan.
Isliye jabb bhi kaanta chubhey, Toh Guruji ke naam ke marham se zakhm ko bharne dena, Aur adhyaatmik raaste par chalte chalte, Guruji ko apna dard harne dena.
Tumhe toh buss sachche bhaav se, Aur Gulab paane ke divya chaav se, Safar mein badhte jaana hai, Aur ruhaani seedhi par chadhte jaana hai.
Isliye manzil par ekaagrachitt karke saari oorja, Har pal Guruji kee karte huey pooja, Tum kaanton se ghabraana chod do, Har baadha ko apne utsaah se toad do. Tum par bhi zaroor hogi Guruji kee mehar, Gulab ko tum paaoge, zaroor aayegi veh sehar.
Buss, phir apne astitva ko khokar, Uss divyataa ke ho jaana tum, Uss gulab kee pankhudiyon mein samaakar, Sadaa ke liye kho jaana tum.
Jab se pyaare Guruji, Dil mein aakar Hain rahe, Tabb se mere dil ka deewanapann, Mujhse har roz kahe.
Ki arzoo hai Guruji sadaa rahein yahaan viraajmaan, Aur buss dete rahein Apne nirmal naam ka daan, Dil chaahe ki veh banaa rahe yoon hee deewana, Aur mera jeevan bann jaaye is deewane pan ka afsaana.
Arzoo hai dil kee ki Guruji ka har pal hota rahe ehsaas, Koi aur beshaq na ho, buss Guruji sadaa hon aaspaas, Chadhaa rahe mujh par sadaa Unkee bhakti ka rangg, Ullaasit rakhe mujhe Unke satsang kee umangg.
Yeh rishta hai apne pan ka, Yeh rishta hai deewaanepann ka, Kuch bhi nahin hai is rishte se zyaada zaroori, Bahut hee anmol hai is rishte kee dori.
Guruji ka divya pyaar aur mujhe Unse jodti hui yeh seedhi taar, Jo Unn takk meri khaamoshi kee bhi awaaz pahunchaati hai har baar, Unka mere mann mandir mein yoon buss jaana, Mera Unke deedar kee soch se hee bhaavuk ho jaana, Arzoo hai ki bhaav gehra hota chale waqt ke saath saath, Unke sangg rishta aur bhi pakka ho, aisee kripa karein mere naath.
Sundar see vatika mein bahut loag kar rahe thei bhraman, Unpar apni laalima phaylaa raha thaa sandhya ka gagan, Ek shaqs baithaa thaa vahaan par phuwaare ke paas, Kuch kar raha thaa motiyon se, jo usey aa raha thaa raas.
Uske saamne ek chhote se pathar par, Guruji ka swaroop thaa viraajmaan, Beech beech mein veh Unhe dekhta thaa, Phir motiyon ko chhoota thaa, chod kar shaayad baaki har dhyan.
Ek fakir vahaan se guzar raha thaa, Aur motiyon par padi uskee nazar, Usne ruk kar shaqs se poochha, Ki ve kaise moti hain aur unka kya hota hai asar.
Aye baba, ye moti mere bhaav ka hain prateek, Ye laate hain mujhe Guruji ke aur bhi nazdeek, Yeh pehla moti hai pyaar ka, Aur doosra moti hai vishwaas ka, Teesra moti hai mera sarvsamarpan, In teenon ko karta hoon Guruji ko arpan.
Yeh jo chaarul sa chautha moti hai, Is se meri shraddha bayaan hoti hai, Paanchve moti mein poore jagg ke kalyaan kee dua, Chhathe moti mein maafi jo koi bhi paap mujhse kabhi hua, Saatvein moti mein Guruji se dua ki mujhe kabhi na bisraana, Aur aathvein moti mein hai mera Shukrana.
Shukrana sewa, satsang, aur simran ka, Shukrana ki uddhaar hua mere tann mann ka, Shukrana har praapt aur na praapt huey dhan ka, Shukrana har tarehn se is jeevan ka.
Kabhi kabhi mai apne Guruji se baat karta hoon, Kabhi kabhi simran se mann ke bartan ko bharta hoon, Lekin kabhi kabhi in ped paudhon aur phoolon ke beech, Motiyon ko sajaakar Guruji se bin kuch kahe hee baat karta hoon.
Ve mere har bhaav ko jaante Hain, Lekin apni hee tasalli ke liye mai motiyon ke dwaara keh deta hoon, Phir thodi der mein ek tripti see ho jaati hai, Aur mai motiyon ko bator leta hoon.
Phir Guruji ke Swaroop ko uthaakar, Prem se, in motiyon ke saath, Rakh leta hoon apne thailey mein, Aur pathar par pherta hoon haath.
Phir jhuk kar, Pathar ko deta hoon dhanyawaad, Kyunki usne karaaya mera, Mere Guruji ke sangg sanvaad.
Ye moti bade matvaale hain, Mere bhaav ke bhi rakhwaale hain, Mujh naadaan ke hain ye madadgaar, Inse Guruji karte Hain mere dwaara kiye stavan ko sweekaar.
Tabhi shaqs ko ek ruhaani khushboo aayi, Aur fakir usey dekhkar muskuraaya, Dekhte hee dekhte adrishya ho gaya fakir, Aur shaqs ke mann mein aashcharya bhar aaya.
Mila nahin phir kabhi bhi veh fakir, Lekin shaqs kee uske baad chamak gayi taqdeer, Usey Guruji ne diye thei darshan, Kehne lagaa usey uska antar-mann.
Hum bhi apne bhaav roopi motiyon ko, Guruji ko karein arpan, Taqdeer ke saath saath chamkaayein, Hum apne antar-mann ka darpan.
Na jaane kis roop mein aur kahaan, Guruji kabhi hum se bhi milne aa sakte Hain, Lekin apne antar-mann mein Unhe susajjit kar ke, Hum har pal hee Unke darshan paa sakte hain.
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