Gazing upon his family, he blossoms forth like the lotus flower; the deceitful person watches and covets the homes of others.
Sikh
Bhagat Trilochan Ji
A revered medieval saint-poet of western India whose four luminous hymns are enshrined in the Sri Guru Granth Sahib, celebrated for teaching that true devotion lives in the sincerity and purity of the heart.
Bhagat Trilochan Ji is honoured among the saintly bhagats whose sacred verses adorn the Sri Guru Granth Sahib, the revered eternal scripture of the Sikhs. By cherished tradition he was born around the thirteenth century in the region of present-day Maharashtra, in western India, and he lived during a beautiful flowering of devotional spirituality across the land. His very name, Trilochan, means "the three-eyed one," a graceful image traditionally taken to signify the inner eye of wisdom by which the awakened soul perceives the Divine beyond the surface of things. Across the centuries he has been remembered with deep affection as a seer whose gaze was turned ever toward God. Trilochan flourished in the same radiant age as the great saints of the bhakti movement, and tradition lovingly links him with his beloved contemporary and friend Bhagat Namdev. One cherished story, treasured in the devotional memory of the community, tells how Trilochan once admired the way Namdev moved so gracefully through the ordinary tasks of daily life, and asked his dear friend how he kept the Lord ever in mind amid such activity. Namdev answered that although his hands were occupied with worldly work, his heart remained forever fixed upon the Divine. This warm exchange has become a beloved teaching in its own right, illustrating the ideal of nam simran, the constant inward remembrance of God that can be carried into every moment of an active life. It captures the very heart of Trilochan's spiritual vision: that the sacred may be realised in the midst of householder duties by one whose heart is ever attuned to the Name. Four shabads, or sacred hymns, composed by Bhagat Trilochan are preserved within the Sri Guru Granth Sahib, and through their inclusion his voice continues to be sung and meditated upon by devotees to this day. In these compositions he tenderly turns the seeker toward the cultivation of inner holiness, reminding the faithful that the heart's sincerity is the true treasure of the spiritual life. What matters most, he teaches, is the holiness of the heart, the sincerity of love, and the steady remembrance of the Creator. His verses reflect gently on the passing nature of worldly life, the swift movement of the years, and the soul's tender longing to rise above attachment toward the Divine. With great compassion, he lovingly calls the listener to awaken to the precious opportunity of human life, and to fix the mind upon the Lord while the heart is open and the moment is near. A recurring and especially moving theme in Trilochan's poetry is the teaching that the heart's lifelong devotion shapes the soul's onward journey, and that one who keeps God present in the heart throughout life will naturally rest in Him. This insight became one of his enduring contributions to devotional thought, an invitation to live so wholly in remembrance that the mind never wanders from the Divine. His message is one of hope and assurance: that a heart steadfast in love and a life lived in honest remembrance lead surely toward liberation and union with God. Because Trilochan lived so simply and so far in the past, only a few details of his outward life have come down to us, and the dates of his life are held lovingly in traditional memory rather than fixed by record. Yet this very simplicity reflects the saint's own values, for he sought no monument other than a heart purified by devotion. His abiding legacy rests not in biographical detail but in the timeless wisdom of his hymns. Revered across the Sikh tradition and cherished within the wider sant devotional currents alongside luminaries such as Namdev, Kabir, Sadhana and Ravidas, Bhagat Trilochan Ji remains a shining example of the bhakti ideal: that the path to the Divine is open to every sincere seeker, in every walk of life, who turns the inner eye toward God and keeps His Name forever upon the heart. Through the four hymns gathered into the Guru Granth Sahib, his gentle and luminous teaching continues to uplift, console and inspire the faithful, a living blessing flowing across the centuries.
Wisdom
When the powerful Messenger of Death comes, no one can stand against his awesome power.
Rare, very rare, is that friend who comes and says, imlu myry bITulw lY bwhVI vlwie ] imlu myry rmeéAw mY lyih Cfwie ]1] rhwa ] (92-8, isrIrwgu, qƒlocn) "O my Beloved, take me into Your Embrace! O my Lord, please save me!"||1||Pause
Indulging in all sorts of princely pleasures, O mortal, you have forgotten God; you have fallen into the world-ocean, and you think that you have become immortal.
Cheated and plundered by Maya, you do not think of God, and you waste your life in laziness.
The path you must walk is treacherous and terrifying, O mortal; neither the sun nor the moon shine there.
Your emotional attachment to Maya will be forgotten, when you have to leave this world.
Today, it became clear to my mind that the Righteous Judge of Dharma is watching us.
His messengers, with their awesome power, crush people between their hands; I cannot stand against them.
If someone is going to teach me something, let it be that the Lord is pervading the forests and fields.
O Dear Lord, You Yourself know everything; so prays Trilochan, Lord. ||5
You have not cleansed the filth from within yourself, although outwardly, you wear the dress of a renunciate.
In the heart-lotus of your self, you have not recognized God - why have you become a Sannyaasee?
you have not realized the Lord, the embodiment of supreme bliss. ||1||Pause
You eat in each and every house, fattening your body; you wear the patched coat and the ear-rings of the beggar, for the sake of wealth.
You apply the ashes of cremation to your body, but without a Guru, you have not found the essence of reality.
Why bother to chant your spells? Why bother to practice austerities? Why bother to churn water?
Meditate on the Lord of Nirvaanaa, who has created the 8.4 million species of beings.
Why bother to carry the water-pot, O saffron-robed Yogi? Why bother to visit the sixty-eight holy places of pilgrimage?
Says Trilochan, listen, mortal: you have no corn - what are you trying to thresh? ||4