Bhai Vir Singh
Bhai Vir Singh Poems
- I Am Glad I am glad, the prison walls of my house have ...
- The Night Air The night air, free of the day's fever and ...
- O Beautiful Sun Wearer O beautiful sun wearer, with the sun ...
- It Is Now The Dewy Season It is now the dewy season, The ...
- The Cool, Soft Touches Of The ...
- The Sweet The sweet, sweet dew wets all with joy. Wet with...
- O Master Of The Order Of The S... O master of the order of...
Vir Singh (Punjabi: ਭਾਈ ਵੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ (Gurmukhi)) was a poet, scholar and theologian and a figure in the movement for the revival and renewal of Punjabi literary tradition.
His name is also found as Bhai Vir Singh Ji, and Bhai Veer Singh Jee. Bhai and Ji (or Jee) are honorifics.
Born in 1872, in Amritsar, Vir Singh was the eldest of Dr. Charan Singh's three sons. The family traced its ancestry to Diwan Kaura Mal, who rose to the position of vice-governor of Multan, under Nawab Mir Mu'ln ul-Mulk, with the title of Maharaja Bahadur. His grandfather, Kahn Singh (1788–1878), spent his entire youth in monasteries at Haridwar and Amritsar, acquiring training ... more »
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I Am Glad
I am glad,
the prison walls of my house have dropped away from me,
And I am on the top of my roof.
I feel as a victor feels when
he enters a conquered city.
The cruel roof was between
me and heaven;
I conquer the roof
by being on the roof.
My soul breathes
freedom at last,
I am nearer heaven,
and heaven is nearer me.
I see the clouds,
I see the stars.