My Faith and Action
My faith and action, both are prisoners of the fairy-faced.
The present and the hereafter weigh less than
A single hair of my Beloved.
I cannot bear the dart of an eye drunk with love.
One life-giving glance is enough for ecstasy.
Sometimes a mystic, sometimes a hermit,
And sometimes an epicure.
My Beloved, like a changling, roams in many forms.
The price of the jewel none but the lover knows.
The value of the tear-born pearl
Only my tear shedding eye knows.
Every breath is dedicated, Goya,
To the thought of the intoxicated narcissus.
The cup of those eyes from which my heart
Drinks the wine of awareness.
Source : The Pilgrims Way : Diwan of Bhai Nand Lal Goya - Poet Laureate by BPL Bedi.
