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It was a dark moonless night; the clouds were heavy with rain because it was the monsoon season.
Suddenly thunder sounded and lightning flashed as a few rain drops started to fall. The village was
asleep. Only Nanak was awake and the echo of his song filled the air.
Nanak’s mother was worried because the night was more than half over and the lamp in his room
was still burning. She could hear his voice as he sang. She could restrain herself no longer and
knocked at his door, ”Go to sleep now, my son. Soon it will be dawn.” Nanak became silent. From
the darkness sounded the call of the sparrowhawk. ”Piyu, piyu, piyu!” it called.
”Listen, mother!” Nanak called out. ”The sparrowhawk is calling to his beloved; how can I be silent,
because I am competing with him? I will call my beloved as long as he calls his – even longer,
because his beloved is nearby, perhaps in the next tree! My beloved is so far away. I will have to
sing for lives upon lives before my voice reaches him.” Nanak resumed his song.
Nanak attained God by singing to him; Nanak’s quest is very unusual – his path was decorated with
songs. The first thing to be realized is that Nanak practiced no austerities or meditation or yoga; he
only sang, and singing, he arrived. He sang with all his heart and soul, so much so that his singing
became meditation; his singing became his purification and his yoga.
Whenever a person performs any act with all his heart and soul, that act becomes the path. Endless
meditation, if halfhearted, will take you nowhere; whereas just singing a simple song with all your
being merged in it, or dance a dance with the same total absorption and you will reach God. The
question is not what you do, but how much of yourself you involved in the act.
Nanak’s path to supreme realization, to godliness is scattered with song and flowers. Whatever he
has said was said in verse. His path was full of melody and soft, filled with the flavor of ambrosia.
Kabir says: ”My enchanted mind was so intoxicated that it drained the filled cup without caring to
measure the quantity.” So it was with Nanak: he drank without caring how much he drank; then he
sang, and sang, and sang. And his songs are not those of an ordinary singer. They have sprung
from within one who had known. There is the ring of truth, the reflection of God within them.