Thou art the Destroyer, the Annihilator of the hosts of ignorance and evil, the Embellisher of the battlefield. Thy punishment is stern and inexorable, Thy aspect refulgent, thy glory and splendor dazzle even the sun. Thou boring’s happiness to the holy, Thou crush’s the wicked and scatter’s sinners, l seek thy refuge. Glory, O Glory to thee, O Sword, The Primordial Promoter, Guardian of the Universe, My Protector and Sustainer.

Guru Gobind Singh


 In the chants of our Master, the cannon boom, the arrows fly, the swords clash. And the very repetition of his chants makes us fly like flames, crying Liberty! Liberty! LIBERTY!


Article extracted from this publication >> DECEMBER-28-1984