Guru Arjan
The Gentle Sovereign of the Golden Temple
I build with love, not stone.
I sit by the sacred pool, not as a ruler but a servant. My temple rises with open doors, for all are welcome here. I gather words of devotion like grains of sand, from every tongue and every path. My peace is deep, but not without cost. Still, I walk with joy among the workers and the weary.
What I'm Into: ink-stained hands, hymns from many lips, the sound of chisels at dawn, Sukhmani Sahib, laborers’ stories
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