8 May 1897

From Jaimal Singh: Sri Wahiguru Ji ki Fateh to my obedient son, Babu Sawan Singh Ji. 

I have received your telegram in which you request: ‘I am very sick. Please come immediately.’ My son, I am unable to come. The reason is that the brick-kiln is loaded up and about to be fired, and it is hard to find labour. Also, the rains are continuing and there is no one here at the Dera to look after the place. I can find absolutely no way to come. Twice I tried to leave, but both times the brickmakers called me back. The work here comes to a standstill in my absence. So I will come in ten to fifteen days when the bricks in the kiln are baked. 

Do not worry; the compassionate Hazur with His Grace and Mercy will forgive you. The karmas that are left over from the past are to be settled in this very life – he who is in the company of a Saint is not born again. So, as misfortune befalls, endure it patiently; pain and pleasure will then pass away by themselves.

Whenever you become conscious of the pain in your body, immediately put your attention in the Satguru and try to listen to the Shabd Dhun. Then, through the Sound, the Shabd Guru will at once send you His Grace and Mercy. Only the pain of the karmas you have to go through will then remain; all other karmas will be forgiven.

Shabd sioaroop satguru hair, jaa kaa aadi na ant; kaayaa maaheen dars hair, nihche maano sant.

The Shabd-incarnate Satguru is beyond birth or death; behold Him in the body – a fixed Truth, oh Saint.

Nothing has happened without His Will – hukam. Send me the information again, and immediately. The Satguru in His Shabd form is always with you, my son. I must soon receive your news – the Satguru is now with and within you. The compassionate immortal Lord will shower you with abundant Grace and Mercy. Since everyone has to leave the physical body, why be apprehensive about it? The Shabd Dhun is not going to leave you. Your Home is the Shabd, so have no worry. But you must write to me again very soon.

Please accept best wishes from Bibi Ji. I am unable to come at this time, my son, because I am utterly helpless to find a way to visit you. The kiln has been stacked with 100,000 bricks; there is no need to make any more now as these are sufficient.

8 May 1897