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I have been thinking of greatness these days and this morning I remembered a shlok by Guru Nanak which I used to often hear from my grandmother, and the more I have meditated upon it the more I have come to realize who it is a masterclass in spiritual poetry. It uses vivid natural imagery and incisive social observation to guide the seeker towards a fundamental truth. This particular composition, found on Ang 1412 of the Guru Granth Sahib, is not a single, linear argument but a diptych: two panels that, when viewed together, reveal a complete picture of spiritual integrity. The first panel uses the metaphor of the grand but useless silk-cotton tree to establish a principle of inner value. The second panel moves to the human realm, dissecting the nature of true humility versus its empty, performative shadow. Together, they form a powerful discourse on the essence of virtue, which the Guru identifies not in outward show, but in the sweet, lowly, and pure state of the heart. Here is the verse:

ਸਿੰਮਲ ਰੁਖੁ ਸਰਾਇਰਾ ਅਤਿ ਦੀਰਘ ਅਤਿ ਮੁਚੁ ॥
simmal rukh saraira at deeragh at much
The silk-cotton tree stands tall — very tall, very wide.

ਓਇ ਜਿ ਆਵਹਿ ਆਸ ਕਰਿ ਜਾਹਿ ਨਿਰਾਸੇ ਕਿਤੁ ॥
oi je aaveh aas kar jaye niraase kit
Those who come with hope leave disappointed.

ਫਲ ਫਿਕੇ ਫੁਲ ਬਕਬਕੇ ਕੰਮਿ ਨ ਆਵਹਿ ਪਤ ॥
fal fike ful bakabake kam na aaveh pat
Its fruit is tasteless, its flowers showy, its leaves of no use.

ਮਿਠਤੁ ਨੀਵੀ ਨਾਨਕਾ ਗੁਣ ਚੰਗਿਆਈਆ ਤਤੁ ॥
mithat neevi naanka gun changyaiyan tat
Sweetness and humility, Nanak — these are the essence of virtue.

ਸਭੁ ਕੋ ਨਿਵੈ ਆਪ ਕਉ ਪਰ ਕਉ ਨਿਵੈ ਨ ਕੋਇ ॥
sabh ko nivai aap kau par kau nivai na koye
Everyone bows for themselves. Few bow for another.

ਧਰਿ ਤਾਰਾਜੂ ਤੋਲੀਐ ਨਿਵੈ ਸੁ ਗਉਰਾ ਹੋਇ ॥
dhar taraajoo toliyai nivai su gauraa hoye
Place it on the scale — what lowers is weighty.

ਅਪਰਾਧੀ ਦੂਣਾ ਨਿਵੈ ਜੋ ਹੰਤਾ ਮਿਰਗਾਹਿ ॥
aparaadhee doonaa nivai jo ha(n)taa miragaeh
The guilty bow twice — like a hunter in the forest.

ਸੀਸਿ ਨਿਵਾਇਐ ਕਿਆ ਥੀਐ ਜਾ ਰਿਦੈ ਕੁਸੁਧੇ ਜਾਹਿ ॥੧॥
sees nivaiaai kiaa theeaai jaa ridhai kusudhe jaeh
What happens by lowering the head if the heart remains impure?


The opening image is striking and immediate: "The silk-cotton tree stands tall — very tall, very wide." The Guru paints a picture of immense physical grandeur. The simmal (silk-cotton tree) is a botanical marvel, towering over its surroundings, its thick trunk and sprawling branches promising shade and sustenance. It is, by all external measures, a success. Yet, this promise is a profound deception. Guru Nanak immediately subverts the image of majesty: "Those who come with hope / leave disappointed." The tree is a monument to futility. Its fruit is tasteless, offering no nourishment; its flowers are showy but lack fragrance or substance; its leaves are coarse and useless. Every part of this magnificent structure is, upon closer inspection, hollow. The tree is all form and no function, all appearance and no reality. It exists only for itself, taking up space and offering nothing of value to the world. This is a powerful allegory for a life lived solely on the surface—a life of status, wealth, and physical prowess that, devoid of inner goodness, ultimately leaves both the self and others unfulfilled.

From this negative example, the Guru distills a positive, counter-intuitive truth in the concluding couplet of the first panel: "Sweetness and humility, Nanak — / these are the essence of virtue." The word for sweetness, miṭhat, implies not just a pleasant taste but a gentle, amiable, and benevolent nature. Nīvī, or humility, is the quality of being low, both in stature and in ego. The contrast with the silk-cotton tree is absolute. The tree's virtue was in its appearance of height; true virtue lies in the "lowness" of humility. The tree's nature was bitter or useless; the virtuous nature is sweet. The Guru redefines the axis of value: spiritual weight is not measured by how high one stands, but by how deeply one can bow.

This redefinition sets the stage for the second panel, which plunges us into the complexities of human behavior. The Guru begins with a blunt observation of social reality: "Everyone bows for themselves. / Few bow for another." Here, "bowing" is a metaphor for service, deference, and sacrifice. Most human action, the Guru observes, is ultimately self-serving. Even acts of apparent kindness are often performed for personal gain, reputation, or a sense of self-satisfaction. This is the bow of the ego, a transaction where the "bow" is simply the price paid for a desired outcome.

Guru Nanak then introduces a profound paradox to redefine what true "weight" or worth is: "Place it on the scale — / what lowers is weighty." In the physical world, a heavier object makes the scale go down. In the spiritual realm, Guru Nanak reverses this law. The being who is genuinely humble, who "lowers" themselves in selfless service and submission to the Divine Will, is the one who is truly substantial, truly valuable. They have the "weight" of spiritual merit.

The Guru then provides two contrasting examples of "lowness" to clarify this paradox. The first is the hunter in the forest. To successfully hunt a deer, the hunter must crouch low, becoming small and inconspicuous. This bowing is born of aparādh, or guilt—the intention to do harm. It is a strategic lowering of the self for a selfish and violent purpose. This bow is heavy with sin, not virtue. The second example is implied in the rhetorical question that ends the salok: "What happens by lowering the head / if the heart remains impure?" This points to the ritualistic bow, the empty gesture of piety performed in temples or before holy men, while the heart remains filled with ego, greed, and malice. This bow is like the silk-cotton tree—impressive in its outward form but utterly hollow at its core. It carries no weight on the spiritual scale.

The hunter and the hypocrite perform the same physical act as the truly humble person—they lower themselves. But their inner state, their intention, is diametrically opposed. The true humility the Guru advocates is not a posture but a condition of the heart. It is a sweetness of being that arises from the eradication of ego, a natural lowness that seeks nothing for itself. It is the essence (tat) of virtue, the reality behind the form.

In this salok, Guru Nanak guides the seeker from a deceptive exterior to a truthful interior. He dismantles our attachment to the grand and the showy, using the silk-cotton tree as a warning against a life of hollow appearance. He then challenges our understanding of human action, forcing us to look beyond the gesture to the intention. The true measure of a person, the Guru declares, is not their height, their show, or even their bowed head, but the purity of their heart. To be truly "weighty," one must be inwardly sweet and genuinely low—a state of being that requires no performance, for it is the very essence of the soul in harmony with the Divine.

And the epitome of harmony with the Divine: considering everything that is happening as sweet. A matra to live by: Meetha Meetha!




Reading Jane Hirshfield’s My Species and thinking about Kabir this morning:

Go slow my mind,
The farmer plants the seed
But only when the season comes
Is there a flower 

- Kabir (Dheere Dheere)

Sehaj pake so meetha hoye. 
What ripens with intuitive ease turns sweet. 

My Species


even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bittered
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet

patience, I think,
my species

keep testing the spiny leaves

the spiny heart

- Jane Hirshfield 

Note: 
Artichokes contain cynarin. This compound is bitter, and has the unique characteristic of making the foods you eat after the artichoke taste sweet.

Meetha Meetha is on Spotify and iTunes as of yesterday. For many of the shabads that were just live practices, I had not added them to the distribution but folks have been asking me to put these shabads so they can have them on their playlists. So I'll try to add them routinely going forward. Thanks for the prodding! Your words appear sweet to me!

Spotify Link:
https://open.spotify.com/track/0pM5Vj5NGaiYBQTD1iPDZ8?si=b6032b3bd8a64793

Apple Music Link:
https://music.apple.com/us/album/meetha-meetha-live-single/1559781510

Meetha Meetha: Translation and Notes

Shabad: Guru Arjan
Bansuri: Rajesh Prasanna
Raag: Asa
Tonight I am reading about Michael J Fox. He has always intrigued me because I used to watch his movies and I was very sad when I found out he had Parkinson’s because I saw my grandfather suffering through that disease for many years. 

What is remarkable about all the interviews and writings on Michael J Fox is his chardi kala - a phrase that doesn’t really have a good translation in English. A state of being hopeful and cheerful even in the face of calamity and despair. 

The following quote from Fox, 59, in the People magazine article reminded me of that chardi kala again:

“I’m down to this. My guitar playing is no good. My sketching is no good anymore, my dancing never was good, and acting is getting tougher to do. So it’s down to writing. Luckily, I really enjoy it.”

It is so true that joy is something Fox usually has in abundance.  He cannot do much but he can still write. He has written 4 memoirs and he seems to be enjoying that. And it is such a hopeful message. Perhaps when one day I won’t be able to record or sing, I will be able to write more. Or perhaps just hear. And that will be the best service I can do for humanity. 

This reminds me of Guru Arjan's Meetha Meetha. Whatever you do lord, appears sweet to me says the Guru. This also reminds me of John Milton on his blindness:

When I consider how my light is spent,
    Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
    And that one Talent which is death to hide
    Lodged with me useless, though my Soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
    My true account, lest he returning chide;
    “Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
    I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies, “God doth not need
    Either man’s work or his own gifts; who best
    Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is Kingly. Thousands at his bidding speed
    And post o’er Land and Ocean without rest:
    They also serve who only stand and wait.”

Analysis:

https://www.owleyes.org/text/on-his-blindness/read/text-poem#root-418824-1
A sweet Kabir Doha

Aisi vani boliye, man ka aapa khoye
Auran ko sheetal kare, aaphu sheetal hoye

ऐसी वाणी बोलिए, मन का आपा खोय |
औरन को शीतल करे, आपहु शीतल होय ||

Speak such words so your mind loses "you"
Others will be soothed, and you'll be calmed too

EXPLANATION (from an anonymous source)
In speech use such words that your ego is eliminated. Don't boast, don't gloat, don't make yourself out to be big, important, rich or anything else that the ego attaches to. Building the Ego takes energy from the body, takes away the bodies composure. If ego is lost in ones speech, the listener finds peace from listening to it

This reminds me of Kabir's Tu Tu Karta Tu Hua which I produced a few years ago in which Bhagat Kabir says, "By saying 'you you' I have lost myself; now wherever I look I see you."



Also See 

Mithbolra Ji by Guru Arjan Dev
Dohas of Kabir
Rabindranath Tagore's 100 poems on Kabir.


Welcome Morning by Anne Sexton


Welcome Morning
- Anne Sexton

There is joy
in all:
in the hair I brush each morning,
in the Cannon towel, newly washed,
that I rub my body with each morning,
in the chapel of eggs I cook
each morning,
in the outcry from the kettle
that heats my coffee
each morning,
in the spoon and the chair
that cry “hello there, Anne”
each morning,
in the godhead of the table
that I set my silver, plate, cup upon
each morning.

All this is God,
right here in my pea-green house
each morning
and I mean,
though often forget,
to give thanks,
to faint down by the kitchen table
in a prayer of rejoicing
as the holy birds at the kitchen window
peck into their marriage of seeds.

So while I think of it,
let me paint a thank-you on my palm
for this God, this laughter of the morning,
lest it go unspoken.

The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard,
dies young.

Ruminating on Welcome Morning

The simplicity, joy and piercing of Welcome Morning by Anne Sexton is breathtaking.  She starts by saying: "There is joy in all." And then she lists all the small things that give her joy.  Somewhat akin the the evergreen song from the Sound of Muic: These are a few of my favorite things. She seems drugged with a magically joyful substance. I am reminded of Tera Kiya Meetha Lagai by Guru Arjan: I desire that one substance that makes every happening sweet: Naam Padaarath, the substance of Naam. 

One line that I really love in this poem is the last one: "The Joy that isn’t shared, I’ve heard, dies young."  The poem is about gratitude for every small thing.  Joy is why art manifests.  In successive lines of the poem she imprints a "thank you" on her mind. 

She explains why the poet writes a poem.  Joy is why a poet writes a poem. Joy is why a singer sings a song. If the joy is not shared it has the danger of dying young.  The more beautiful the song, and the more it is shared, and the deeper it goes in every vessel, the longer it lives. The beauty of these words is in their truth.

The phrase "chapel of eggs" is interesting. Perhaps it implies a mountain of eggs that she eats, perhaps it is holy. Perhaps it is a symbol of genesis, a new beginning from zero, consistent with the morning and hopeful imagery of the poem. Perhaps it refers to something that houses life and provides for life. The repetition of morning is interesting in this poem. It seems a meditation for the morning, sort of a gratefulness charging up at the beginning of the day. 

Because this is a hopeful poem of the morning, it would be sung in raag asa if it were sung. This is much like Bhagat Namdev's poem about where all this joy is coming from: "All this is God."  Here beethal, there beethal, no one without beethal says Bhagat Sant Namdev in Raag Asa. 

Poet Roger Housden on this poem


What a glorious ode to the beauty of the everyday Anne Sexton gives us in this poem. I believe that the fact that it was written not long before her suicide in 1974 only adds to its power and poignancy. Sexton suffered from mental illness all her life and was not afraid to explore it and other intimately personal details in her poetry, which set the standard for the modern movement of confessional poetry that began at that time.

This poem shows how intimate Sexton could feel at times with the daily presentations, as Mary Oliver calls the little details of our life. Everything has a life of its own, even the hairbrush and the kettle and the chair we sit on for breakfast each morning. When we feel the life that pours through everything, then joy is the spontaneous and natural result, and we can sense that all this is God. In that moment of remembrance our life itself becomes a prayer of gratitude.

More on Anne Sexton


Anne Sexton (born Anne Gray Harvey; November 9, 1928 – October 4, 1974) was an American poet known for her highly personal, confessional verse. She won the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1967 for her book Live or Die. Her poetry details her long battle with depression, suicidal tendencies, and intimate details from her private life, including relationships with her husband and children, whom it was later alleged she physically and sexually assaulted. More on Wikipedia
New Composition 
20134 - Amrita Priya Bachan Tuhare
Devgandhari - 120 4/4 G
Inspiration - Just seeing "Raaj na chahon" as a shabad listed on youtube (I didn't hear it).  I had been listening to my new composition for "Raaj Leela" this morning and those lines were very similar.  All the pleasures of kingdom and sanyasa are attained in kirtan says Raaj Leela. I don't want wealth or nirvana says Raaj na chahon.  I also don't have a recorded composition in Devgandhari; so this would be a good addition.  I'm loving the words of Guru Arjan and this composition; but then I think that about all compositions I think. Haha! Oh well!

ਦੇਵਗੰਧਾਰੀ ੫ ॥

ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤਾ ਪ੍ਰਿਅ ਬਚਨ ਤੁਹਾਰੇ ॥
ਅਤਿ ਸੁੰਦਰ ਮਨਮੋਹਨ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਸਭਹੂ ਮਧਿ ਨਿਰਾਰੇ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥

ਰਾਜੁ ਨ ਚਾਹਉ ਮੁਕਤਿ ਨ ਚਾਹਉ ਮਨਿ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਿ ਚਰਨ ਕਮਲਾਰੇ ॥
ਬ੍ਰਹਮ ਮਹੇਸ ਸਿਧ ਮੁਨਿ ਇੰਦ੍ਰਾ ਮੋਹਿ ਠਾਕੁਰ ਹੀ ਦਰਸਾਰੇ ॥੧॥

ਦੀਨੁ ਦੁਆਰੈ ਆਇਓ ਠਾਕੁਰ ਸਰਨਿ ਪਰਿਓ ਸੰਤ ਹਾਰੇ ॥
ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਮਿਲੇ ਮਨੋਹਰ ਮਨੁ ਸੀਤਲ ਬਿਗਸਾਰੇ ॥੨॥੩॥੨੯॥


Amriṯā pria bacẖan ṯuhāre.
Aṯ sunḏar manmohan piāre sabẖhū maḏẖ nirāre. ||1|| rahā▫o.

Rāj na cẖāhao mukaṯ na cẖāhao man parīṯ cẖaran kamlāre.
Barahm mahes siḏẖ mun inḏrā mohi ṯẖākur hī ḏarsāre. ||1||

Ḏīn ḏu▫ārai āio ṯẖākur saran pario sanṯ hāre.
Kaho Nānak parabẖ mile manohar man sīṯal bigsāre. ||2||3||29||



Translation (Bhai Manmohan Singh)


My Beloved, ambrosial are Thine words.
Very beauteous Enticer Thou art, O Beloved. Thou art midst all and yet distinct. Pause.

I desire not empire and I desire not salvation, my soul longs for the love of Thine lotus feet.
There are Brahma, Shiv, adepts, sages and Indar, but I desire the Lord's vision alone.

O Lord, I have come helpless to Thy door, and having grown weary, have entered the asylum of Thine saints.
Says Nanak, I have met the beauteous Lord and my soul is cooled and happy.


Related Shabads:

Tera Kiya Meetha Lagai - Meetha Meetha
Amrit Bani Har Har Teri
Sabhai Ghat Ram Bolai
Hamari Pyaari Amritdhari
Mithbolra Ji
I have consistently argued that songs achieve popularity by reminding us that the purpose of life is to sing. Let me present another instance that exemplifies this notion: Owl City's upbeat track, "It's Always a Good Time!"

This song is about embracing the carefree and joyful moments in life. The lyrics convey a sense of optimism and a willingness to enjoy life's simple pleasures. The song begins with the idea of waking up in a positive state of mind, with a catchy Prince song playing in the narrator's head. It then progresses to a spontaneous and adventurous day, where the narrator is open to new experiences and ready to have fun. The chorus emphasizes the idea that no matter the circumstances or location, it's always a good time. The song encourages listeners to let go of worries and enjoy the present moment, suggesting that happiness can be found in the simplest of situations. 

The song evokes the optimistic principles found in Gurbani, resonating with shabads such as "Meetha Meetha" and "Bhinni Rainariye." In these shabads, the Guru emphasizes a perspective where everything that occurs is perceived as sweet, and the beauty of the night is appreciated by lovers. Similarly, "Good Time" encapsulates a similar sentiment, encouraging a positive outlook on life and finding joy in the present moment. It aligns with the idea of embracing life's experiences and perceiving them with an optimistic lens, akin to the teachings and philosophies expressed in Gurbani.

 

Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time

Woke up on the right side of the bed
What's up with this Prince song inside my head?
Hands up if you're down to get down tonight
Cuz it's always a good time.

Slept in all my clothes like I didn't care
Hopped into a cab, take me anywhere
I'm in if you're down to get down tonight
Cuz it's always a good time

Good morning and good night
I wake up at twilight
It's gonna be alright
We don't even have to try
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
We don't even have to try,
it's always a good time.

Freaked out, dropped my phone in the pool again
Checked out of my room hit the ATM
Let's hang out if you're down to get down tonight
Cuz it's always a good time
Good morning and good night
I wake up at twilight
It's gonna be alright
we don't even have to try
It's always a good time.
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time.
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
We don't even have to try, it's always a good time.
Doesn't matter when
It's always a good time then
Doesn't matter where
It's always a good time there
Doesn't matter when,
It's always a good time then
It's always a good time

Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
We don't even have to try,
it's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
It's always a good time
Woah-oh-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh-oh
We don't even have to try,
it's always a good time.

I had a great time watching Mary Poppins with the kids today. Shilpy, my wife loves old classics and encourages kids to watch them. This was my first time watching it and I really enjoyed it. Its one of those movies you wished never ended; the joyous feeling is such that you want to savor it again and again. One of my favorites from the movie was the song, "A spoonful of sugar." Indeed, all we need in our lives is a spoonful of sugar, and it makes everything sweet.

The power of optimism is powerful; when you add optimism to plain bread, it becomes a cake. I remember those syrups of medicine growing up in Delhi that were quite tough to ingest; and so I understand how a spoonful of sugar can let the medicine go down. Our purpose is to sing like the Robin -- he has to work hard to build his nest; but he never stops to sing. Shiv, learn from the Robin; singing is the spoonful of sugar in life.

A spoonful of sugar

by Robert B. Sherman and Richard M. Sherman.

In ev'ry job that must be done
There is an element of fun
you find the fun and snap!
The job's a game

Nad ev'ry task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A lark! Aspree!
It's very clear to me

That a...
Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way

A robin feathering his nest
Has very little time to rest
While gathering his
Bits of twine and twig

Though quite intent in his pursuit
He has a merry tune to toot
He knows a song
Will move the job along

For a...
Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down-wown
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way

More on the song:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Spoonful_of_Sugar

Reminds me of: 
Meetha Meetha (Sweet Sweet) - Guru Arjan Dev

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