Sri Dasam Granth Sahib Verse
ਅਨਹਦ ਬੱਜੇ ॥
अनहद ब्जे ॥
ਧੁਣ ਘਣ ਲੱਜੇ ॥
Hearing the resounding of the trumpets, the clouds are feeling shy.
धुणि घण ल्जे ॥
ਘਣ ਹਣ ਘੋਰੰ ॥
घण हण घोरं ॥
ਜਣ ਬਣ ਮੋਰੰ ॥੧੧॥
The army is swelling forward like the clouds, from all the four side, and it appears that there is a large gathering of peacocks in the forest.11.
जण बण मोरं ॥११॥