1 Reality Realized by Eternal Perfection's Grace

When someone of ‘low’ social class chants Your Nam, they obtain the state of highest dignity. Go and ask Bidar, a maid's son; Krishan stayed in his house. || 1 ||
Listen to the unspoken speech of the Creator; it removes all anxiety, pain, and hunger. || 1 || Pause || 
Ravidas, the leather worker, sang Your praises in every instant. Although he was of ‘low’ social status, he was exalted and elevated, and people of all four castes came and bowed at his feet. || 2 || 
Namdev loved You; the people called him a lowly fabric dyer. You turned Your back on the ‘high-class’ Khastriyas and Brahmins and showed Your face to Namdev. || 3 || 
All Your devotees have the tilak, the ceremonial mark, applied to their foreheads at the sixty-eight sacred shrines of pilgrimage. 
VotaryNanak shall touch their feet night and day if You grant Your grace. || 4 || 1 || 8 ||

     Guru Ramdas Sahib, Rag Suhi, Ang 733
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ਸੂਹੀ ਮਹਲਾ ੪ ਘਰੁ ੬
ੴ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ॥
ਨੀਚ ਜਾਤਿ ਹਰਿ ਜਪਤਿਆ ਉਤਮ ਪਦਵੀ ਪਾਇ ॥
ਪੂਛਹੁ ਬਿਦਰ ਦਾਸੀ ਸੁਤੈ ਕਿਸਨੁ ਉਤਰਿਆ ਘਰਿ ਜਿਸੁ ਜਾਇ ॥੧॥
ਹਰਿ ਕੀ ਅਕਥ ਕਥਾ ਸੁਨਹੁ ਜਨ ਭਾਈ ਜਿਤੁ ਸਹਸਾ ਦੂਖ ਭੂਖ ਸਭ ਲਹਿ ਜਾਇ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
ਰਵਿਦਾਸੁ ਚਮਾਰੁ ਉਸਤਤਿ ਕਰੇ ਹਰਿ ਕੀਰਤਿ ਨਿਮਖ ਇਕ ਗਾਇ ॥
ਪਤਿਤ ਜਾਤਿ ਉਤਮੁ ਭਇਆ ਚਾਰਿ ਵਰਨ ਪਏ ਪਗਿ ਆਇ ॥੨॥
ਨਾਮਦੇਅ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਿ ਲਗੀ ਹਰਿ ਸੇਤੀ ਲੋਕੁ ਛੀਪਾ ਕਹੈ ਬੁਲਾਇ ॥
ਖਤ੍ਰੀ ਬ੍ਰਾਹਮਣ ਪਿਠਿ ਦੇ ਛੋਡੇ ਹਰਿ ਨਾਮਦੇਉ ਲੀਆ ਮੁਖਿ ਲਾਇ ॥੩॥
ਜਿਤਨੇ ਭਗਤ ਹਰਿ ਸੇਵਕਾ ਮੁਖਿ ਅਠਸਠਿ ਤੀਰਥ ਤਿਨ ਤਿਲਕੁ ਕਢਾਇ ॥
ਜਨੁ ਨਾਨਕੁ ਤਿਨ ਕਉ ਅਨਦਿਨੁ ਪਰਸੇ ਜੇ ਕ੍ਰਿਪਾ ਕਰੇ ਹਰਿ ਰਾਇ ॥੪॥੧॥੮॥

Reflection

Today’s Hukam is thought-provoking.

As the world divides over castes, my Guru speaks.
I listen.

Those the world deemed ‘low’ by birth meditated on Nam—Identification with the One and transcended worldly hierarchies, attaining the highest dignity. They were not merely accepted—they were exalted.

If you seek proof, look no further than Bidar, son of a maid. He bore the taunts of lineage all his life, yet his love was unwavering. And when the Divine arrived, Krishan chose Bidar’s humble home over the opulent palace: love, not birth, determined honor.

Ravidas, the leather worker whose hands touched rawhide, immersed his heart in Nam. Every breath, a remembrance. Every moment, a surrender. The world labeled him ‘low,’ but he soared beyond their perceptions. And in time, those from all four castes bowed at his feet, for his consciousness was dyed in the Divine’s essence.

Namdev, the fabric dyer, was cast out of the temple by Brahmins and Kshatriyas. He was deemed unworthy of worshipping in their presence. But love does not bow to human constructs. The story goes that the temple itself turned away from the Brahmins and faced Namdev instead. His devotion was so pure that even stone recognized it.

The proverbial sixty-eight places of pilgrimage bow before such beings.
To witness them is to embark on a sacred journey greater than any pilgrimage.
Their foreheads glow with a light that outshines the world’s fleeting brilliance.

So, listen to these timeless truths.
Meditate on them.
Let their wisdom seep into your being.
Your doubts will dissolve. Your pain will ease.

Says Nanak: Grant me the grace to sit at the feet of such devotees, day and night.

My Ardas: Unite me with those immersed in Nam.May their presence uplift my consciousness.May their love sharpen my vision—So I may see the One in all.

About the Series

Sabad is Infinite; we are very finite. This is our understanding at the moment, which was different yesterday and may evolve tomorrow, as we deepen our relationship with the Sabad. In this trans-creation, we have chosen to keep the repeating words in the Sabad same. We aspire to learn and retain the Divine attribute as used in the original Sabad and avoid terms like God or Lord.