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Composition, Arrangement & Layout
ਜਪੁ | Jup
ਸੋ ਦਰੁ | So Dar
ਸੋਹਿਲਾ | Sohilaa
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਿਰੀਰਾਗੁ | Raag Siree-Raag
Gurbani (14-53)
Ashtpadiyan (53-71)
Gurbani (71-74)
Pahre (74-78)
Chhant (78-81)
Vanjara (81-82)
Vaar Siri Raag (83-91)
Bhagat Bani (91-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਝ | Raag Maajh
Gurbani (94-109)
Ashtpadi (109)
Ashtpadiyan (110-129)
Ashtpadi (129-130)
Ashtpadiyan (130-133)
Bara Maha (133-136)
Din Raen (136-137)
Vaar Maajh Ki (137-150)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗਉੜੀ | Raag Gauree
Gurbani (151-185)
Quartets/Couplets (185-220)
Ashtpadiyan (220-234)
Karhalei (234-235)
Ashtpadiyan (235-242)
Chhant (242-249)
Baavan Akhari (250-262)
Sukhmani (262-296)
Thittee (296-300)
Gauree kii Vaar (300-323)
Gurbani (323-330)
Ashtpadiyan (330-340)
Baavan Akhari (340-343)
Thintteen (343-344)
Vaar Kabir (344-345)
Bhagat Bani (345-346)
ਰਾਗੁ ਆਸਾ | Raag Aasaa
Gurbani (347-348)
Chaupaday (348-364)
Panchpadde (364-365)
Kaafee (365-409)
Aasaavaree (409-411)
Ashtpadiyan (411-432)
Patee (432-435)
Chhant (435-462)
Vaar Aasaa (462-475)
Bhagat Bani (475-488)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੂਜਰੀ | Raag Goojaree
Gurbani (489-503)
Ashtpadiyan (503-508)
Vaar Gujari (508-517)
Vaar Gujari (517-526)
ਰਾਗੁ ਦੇਵਗੰਧਾਰੀ | Raag Dayv-Gandhaaree
Gurbani (527-536)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਹਾਗੜਾ | Raag Bihaagraa
Gurbani (537-556)
Chhant (538-548)
Vaar Bihaagraa (548-556)
ਰਾਗੁ ਵਡਹੰਸ | Raag Wadhans
Gurbani (557-564)
Ashtpadiyan (564-565)
Chhant (565-575)
Ghoriaan (575-578)
Alaahaniiaa (578-582)
Vaar Wadhans (582-594)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੋਰਠਿ | Raag Sorath
Gurbani (595-634)
Asatpadhiya (634-642)
Vaar Sorath (642-659)
ਰਾਗੁ ਧਨਾਸਰੀ | Raag Dhanasaree
Gurbani (660-685)
Astpadhiya (685-687)
Chhant (687-691)
Bhagat Bani (691-695)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਤਸਰੀ | Raag Jaitsree
Gurbani (696-703)
Chhant (703-705)
Vaar Jaitsaree (705-710)
Bhagat Bani (710)
ਰਾਗੁ ਟੋਡੀ | Raag Todee
ਰਾਗੁ ਬੈਰਾੜੀ | Raag Bairaaree
ਰਾਗੁ ਤਿਲੰਗ | Raag Tilang
Gurbani (721-727)
Bhagat Bani (727)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੂਹੀ | Raag Suhi
Gurbani (728-750)
Ashtpadiyan (750-761)
Kaafee (761-762)
Suchajee (762)
Gunvantee (763)
Chhant (763-785)
Vaar Soohee (785-792)
Bhagat Bani (792-794)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਲਾਵਲੁ | Raag Bilaaval
Gurbani (795-831)
Ashtpadiyan (831-838)
Thitteen (838-840)
Vaar Sat (841-843)
Chhant (843-848)
Vaar Bilaaval (849-855)
Bhagat Bani (855-858)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੋਂਡ | Raag Gond
Gurbani (859-869)
Ashtpadiyan (869)
Bhagat Bani (870-875)
ਰਾਗੁ ਰਾਮਕਲੀ | Raag Ramkalee
Ashtpadiyan (902-916)
Gurbani (876-902)
Anand (917-922)
Sadd (923-924)
Chhant (924-929)
Dakhnee (929-938)
Sidh Gosat (938-946)
Vaar Ramkalee (947-968)
ਰਾਗੁ ਨਟ ਨਾਰਾਇਨ | Raag Nat Narayan
Gurbani (975-980)
Ashtpadiyan (980-983)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਲੀ ਗਉੜਾ | Raag Maalee Gauraa
Gurbani (984-988)
Bhagat Bani (988)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਰੂ | Raag Maaroo
Gurbani (889-1008)
Ashtpadiyan (1008-1014)
Kaafee (1014-1016)
Ashtpadiyan (1016-1019)
Anjulian (1019-1020)
Solhe (1020-1033)
Dakhni (1033-1043)
ਰਾਗੁ ਤੁਖਾਰੀ | Raag Tukhaari
Bara Maha (1107-1110)
Chhant (1110-1117)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕੇਦਾਰਾ | Raag Kedara
Gurbani (1118-1123)
Bhagat Bani (1123-1124)
ਰਾਗੁ ਭੈਰਉ | Raag Bhairo
Gurbani (1125-1152)
Partaal (1153)
Ashtpadiyan (1153-1167)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਸੰਤੁ | Raag Basant
Gurbani (1168-1187)
Ashtpadiyan (1187-1193)
Vaar Basant (1193-1196)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਾਰਗ | Raag Saarag
Gurbani (1197-1200)
Partaal (1200-1231)
Ashtpadiyan (1232-1236)
Chhant (1236-1237)
Vaar Saarang (1237-1253)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਲਾਰ | Raag Malaar
Gurbani (1254-1293)
Partaal (1265-1273)
Ashtpadiyan (1273-1278)
Chhant (1278)
Vaar Malaar (1278-91)
Bhagat Bani (1292-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਾਨੜਾ | Raag Kaanraa
Gurbani (1294-96)
Partaal (1296-1318)
Ashtpadiyan (1308-1312)
Chhant (1312)
Vaar Kaanraa
Bhagat Bani (1318)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਲਿਆਨ | Raag Kalyaan
Gurbani (1319-23)
Ashtpadiyan (1323-26)
ਰਾਗੁ ਪ੍ਰਭਾਤੀ | Raag Prabhaatee
Gurbani (1327-1341)
Ashtpadiyan (1342-51)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਜਾਵੰਤੀ | Raag Jaijaiwanti
Gurbani (1352-53)
Salok | Gatha | Phunahe | Chaubole | Swayiye
Sehskritee Mahala 1
Sehskritee Mahala 5
Gaathaa Mahala 5
Phunhay Mahala 5
Chaubolae Mahala 5
Shaloks Bhagat Kabir
Shaloks Sheikh Farid
Swaiyyae Mahala 5
Swaiyyae in Praise of Gurus
Shaloks in Addition To Vaars
Shalok Ninth Mehl
Mundavanee Mehl 5
ਰਾਗ ਮਾਲਾ, Raag Maalaa
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<blockquote data-quote="Amerikaur" data-source="post: 10138" data-attributes="member: 1050"><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Terror, shock, fear, all were washing over me. My body was trembling in shock. I was scared of whatever it was I was running from. I was afraid because I didn't know what it was. I was scared because...a person in their mid-30's shouldn't quite be behaving as I was, yet my mind seemed remarkably and painfully clear...despite the panicked reaction of my body. I stared at Babaji, neatly covered in colorful fabric, and started reciting Mool Mantra, over and over again. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Whipping through my mind was one emotion after another, yet, there was a calming undercurrent to it all...the feeling of being someplace safe. Eventually, the calming feeling of security overcame the emotions that were shaking my body. I don't quite remember how long it took for my body to return to normal, but when I emerged from Baba ji's room, I felt like my normal self again. The worriesome feelings had melted away. With Gratitude, I whispered thanks to Guruji for his help.</span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Exhausted, I emerged from Baba ji’s room and looked around. I made my way to the kitchen, and decided that a bowl of cereal would be my dinner. I made my way through the house, turning off the lights, then retired back to the downstairs bedroom. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">I took my hair down, momentarily pausing at the happy face of Rescue. I clicked off the light. The darkness seemed to underscore the fact that I was here alone. I reminded myself that Baba ji was just over the wall. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">If there was ever a night to do Simran before going to bed, this was certainly one. I fumbled through my bag, and drew out a cotton chunni. I wrapped the soft cloth around me and lay flat on my back. </span></p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">“Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru,” I whispered at my usual pace. As my mind began to wander, I felt comforted by Guruji again. I asked what was going on, why things were happening. In His own way, he answered me, saying that what happened was for a reason, and that I would find out soon enough.</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">I felt unsettled. What was going on? He responded that now was not the time to know the answer. Now was the time to sleep. I stirred a bit. In the distance, I heard the familiar whine of the city fire engines rushing off to help someone in distress. My simran didn’t break. What is going on with me? I wondered. He kept telling me to sleep. But these voices in my head, one may think I’m crazy. I never get panicky. I never hear voices in my head…!!!</span></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">My eyes snapped open and I bolted upright in bed. I was sweating profusely as my mind replayed an event from the drive up. "Simran," I gasped.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><em>I had been gripping the steering wheel as if it were a rescue tether, saving me from drowing. My shoulders were starting to ache from the pain. I was hungry. Certainly, I could just pull off for a bite... "RUN!!!" yelled the voice. I obeyed, out of fear.</em></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><em><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Migod, what was happening to me? I never get panicky, I never hear voices in my head.</span></em></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><em><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">“Of course you do,” corrected the clear, male voice. “We just don’t usually start the conversation.”</span></em></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Of course, of course, I hear voices in my head…when I do simran. “We just don’t usually start the conversation.” Now I know what that means. It’s ME that starts the conversation by starting the simran. And Guruji answers. </span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">I fell backwards and closed my eyes. God and Guru...telling me to run...getting me out of danger?</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">“Correct.” said the clear, male voice.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">“What am I running from?” I asked the empty room.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">“You’ll find out very soon. You will not be waiting long, I promise. But now, you are safe. Rest.” the clear, male voice responded.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">I fell asleep.</span></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'"></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">*(To Be Continued)</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Amerikaur, post: 10138, member: 1050"] [font=Tahoma]Terror, shock, fear, all were washing over me. My body was trembling in shock. I was scared of whatever it was I was running from. I was afraid because I didn't know what it was. I was scared because...a person in their mid-30's shouldn't quite be behaving as I was, yet my mind seemed remarkably and painfully clear...despite the panicked reaction of my body. I stared at Babaji, neatly covered in colorful fabric, and started reciting Mool Mantra, over and over again. [/font] [font=Tahoma]Whipping through my mind was one emotion after another, yet, there was a calming undercurrent to it all...the feeling of being someplace safe. Eventually, the calming feeling of security overcame the emotions that were shaking my body. I don't quite remember how long it took for my body to return to normal, but when I emerged from Baba ji's room, I felt like my normal self again. The worriesome feelings had melted away. With Gratitude, I whispered thanks to Guruji for his help.[/font] [font=Tahoma]Exhausted, I emerged from Baba ji’s room and looked around. I made my way to the kitchen, and decided that a bowl of cereal would be my dinner. I made my way through the house, turning off the lights, then retired back to the downstairs bedroom. [/font] [font=Tahoma]I took my hair down, momentarily pausing at the happy face of Rescue. I clicked off the light. The darkness seemed to underscore the fact that I was here alone. I reminded myself that Baba ji was just over the wall. [/font] [font=Tahoma]If there was ever a night to do Simran before going to bed, this was certainly one. I fumbled through my bag, and drew out a cotton chunni. I wrapped the soft cloth around me and lay flat on my back. [/font] [font=Tahoma]“Waheguru, Waheguru, Waheguru,” I whispered at my usual pace. As my mind began to wander, I felt comforted by Guruji again. I asked what was going on, why things were happening. In His own way, he answered me, saying that what happened was for a reason, and that I would find out soon enough.[/font] [font=Tahoma]I felt unsettled. What was going on? He responded that now was not the time to know the answer. Now was the time to sleep. I stirred a bit. In the distance, I heard the familiar whine of the city fire engines rushing off to help someone in distress. My simran didn’t break. What is going on with me? I wondered. He kept telling me to sleep. But these voices in my head, one may think I’m crazy. I never get panicky. I never hear voices in my head…!!![/font] [font=Tahoma]My eyes snapped open and I bolted upright in bed. I was sweating profusely as my mind replayed an event from the drive up. "Simran," I gasped.[/font] [font=Tahoma] [font=Tahoma][i]I had been gripping the steering wheel as if it were a rescue tether, saving me from drowing. My shoulders were starting to ache from the pain. I was hungry. Certainly, I could just pull off for a bite... "RUN!!!" yelled the voice. I obeyed, out of fear.[/i] [i][font=Tahoma]Migod, what was happening to me? I never get panicky, I never hear voices in my head.[/font][/i] [i][font=Tahoma]“Of course you do,” corrected the clear, male voice. “We just don’t usually start the conversation.”[/font][/i] [/font] [font=Tahoma]Of course, of course, I hear voices in my head…when I do simran. “We just don’t usually start the conversation.” Now I know what that means. It’s ME that starts the conversation by starting the simran. And Guruji answers. [/font] [font=Tahoma]I fell backwards and closed my eyes. God and Guru...telling me to run...getting me out of danger?[/font] [font=Tahoma]“Correct.” said the clear, male voice.[/font] [font=Tahoma]“What am I running from?” I asked the empty room.[/font] [font=Tahoma]“You’ll find out very soon. You will not be waiting long, I promise. But now, you are safe. Rest.” the clear, male voice responded.[/font] [font=Tahoma]I fell asleep.[/font] *(To Be Continued)[/font] [/QUOTE]
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