Surjit Singh Flora
A guiding light, so pure and true,
Guru Arjan Dev, our fifth Guru.
Guru Arjan Dev, our fifth Guru.
Born of love, in Goindwal’s grace,
He led with wisdom, at a young age.
He led with wisdom, at a young age.
His vision grand, a temple to build,
Four doors open, all hearts to fill.
Harmandir Sahib, a golden gleam,
For every soul, a sacred dream.
For every soul, a sacred dream.
With hymns divine, a treasure he brought,
The Adi Granth, with truth enwrought.
From saints of all, their words he bound,
A holy book, on sacred ground.
A holy book, on sacred ground.
Dasvandh’s spirit, he made it bloom,
Sharing and caring, dispelling gloom.
In Langar’s warmth, a feast for all,
A community strong, standing tall.
A community strong, standing tall.
New cities bloomed, by his kind hand,
Tarn Taran, Kartarpur, across the land.
But envy’s shadows, began to creep,
A king’s harsh order, secrets to keep.
A king’s harsh order, secrets to keep.
Refusal firm, for faith so dear,
No compromise, no trace of fear.
In Lahore’s heat, a fiery trial,
Torture endured, with steadfast smile.
Torture endured, with steadfast smile.
Boiling water, a scorching plate,
But in his heart, no hint of hate.
“Your will is sweet,” his gentle plea,
“The Name of Lord, sets my soul free.”
“The Name of Lord, sets my soul free.”
He merged with light, by Ravi’s side,
A sacrifice made, with loving pride.
A martyr’s path, he bravely trod,
Inspiring us all, to trust in God.
Inspiring us all, to trust in God.
