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Appendix 5 Hymns from the Adi Granth
Farid
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here is still some doubt regarding the identity of Farid. 134 of whose hymns are incorporated in the Adi Granth. Many Sikh scholars ascribe them to Farid Shakarganj (1173-1265), a disciple of the Sufi saint, Qutbuddin Bakhtiyar Kaki, who lived in Mehrauli near Delhi. This Farid lived in Pak Pattan. The tenth in succession to his post was Shaikh Ibrahim, also known as Farid Sani or Farid the 2nd, who was a contemporary of Guru Nanak. Macauliffe ( TM Such &ligum., vi, 357) states that the hymns in the Adi Granth are the works of the later Farid. Authors of the Sacrtd. 'ffiitings of 1M SiAAs (p. 219) ascribe them to Farid Shakarganj. There are others who believe that the hymns were composed by different Sufis of the Pak Pattan Centre, all using the poetic name Farid. (S. S. Amo), Siilk Purane Kavi,
p. 33.)
/Jerii baitdh na sakio baitdh.an ki Vt!lii When il was time to build your bark You did not try. When you sec the ocean angry and the waves lash, For help you cry. Touch not the /tu.sum flower, Beloved, lt will bum your fingers. You are tender And the Master's words arc harsh.
Appendix 5 Hymns from the Adi Granth
Farid
T
here is still some doubt regarding the identity of Farid. 134 of whose hymns are incorporated in the Adi Granth. Many Sikh scholars ascribe them to Farid Shakarganj (1173-1265), a disciple of the Sufi saint, Qutbuddin Bakhtiyar Kaki, who lived in Mehrauli near Delhi. This Farid lived in Pak Pattan. The tenth in succession to his post was Shaikh Ibrahim, also known as Farid Sani or Farid the 2nd, who was a contemporary of Guru Nanak. Macauliffe ( TM Such &ligum., vi, 357) states that the hymns in the Adi Granth are the works of the later Farid. Authors of the Sacrtd. 'ffiitings of 1M SiAAs (p. 219) ascribe them to Farid Shakarganj. There are others who believe that the hymns were composed by different Sufis of the Pak Pattan Centre, all using the poetic name Farid. (S. S. Amo), Siilk Purane Kavi,
p. 33.)
/Jerii baitdh na sakio baitdh.an ki Vt!lii When il was time to build your bark You did not try. When you sec the ocean angry and the waves lash, For help you cry. Touch not the /tu.sum flower, Beloved, lt will bum your fingers. You are tender And the Master's words arc harsh.
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