Introductory - Global Sikh Studies

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wicked, in the battle-field Thou greatly adornest the brave.
Thine arm is infrangible, Thy brightness refulgent, Thy radiance and
splendour dazzle like the sun.
Thou bestowest happiness on the good, Thou terrifiest the evil, Thou
scatterest sinners, I seek Thy protection.
Hail! hail to the Creator of the world, the Saviour of creation, my
Cherisher, hail to Thee, O Sword !
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I bow to Him who holdeth the arrow in His hand; I bow to the Fearless
One;
I bow to the God of gods who is in the present and the future.
I bow to the Scimitar, the two-edged Sword, the Fa1chion, and the
Dagger.
Thou, O God, hast ever one form; Thou art ever unchan­geable.
I bow to the Holder of the mace.
Who diffused light through the fourteen worlds.
I bow to the Arrow and the Musket,
I bow to the Sword, spotless, fearless and unbreakable;
I bow to the powerful Mace and Lance
To which nothing is equal.
I bow to him who holdeth the discuss,
Who is not made of the elements and who is terrible.
I bow to him with the strong teeth;
I bow to Him who is supremely powerful,
I bow to the Arrow and the Cannon
Which destroy the enemy.
I bow to the Sword and the Rapier
Which destroy the evil.
I bow to all weapons called Shastar (which may be held).
I bow to all weapons called Astar (which may be hurled or discharged).
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Thou turnest men like me from blades of grass into moun­tains; than
Thou there is none other cherisher of the poor.