Kaam, the incendiary, a furnace unchained,He scorches the marrow where passions are reigned.His altar is hunger, his sacrifice flame,He leaves but the cinders of honor and name. Krodh, the destroyer, with tempestuous breath,He tramples on reason and heralds in death.His sabre is venom, his banner a cry,He sunders all concord, leaves harmony dry. Lobh, the …
The hour has struck.The veil is thin.The false kings of shadowtremble in their own illusions. The Naam is the Arrow —dipped in the Amrit of Truth,pulled back by the Bow of Hukam,loosed into the heart of darkness. Each vibration of Waheguruis a war cry that shatters chains,a lightning strike in the caverns of the mind. …