Come My Beloved
Come my Beloved, fill for me the cup of love
The thrill of your ruby red lips gime me the clue to the True Way
When the goblet of mansoor's life was breaking, it clanked "I am the Truth"
Reason stood breathless in this moment of supreme faith.
The world is like the dark of the night, awake my beloved,
Let your moon-face be a candle to the wayfarer.
Even a moment spent in the ecstasy of awareness makes the whole of life worth living.
As if one lives in a single moment of this burning quest, life becomes bearable.
These two eyes, o Goya, are like Kauser O Tasnim, the twin celestial streams in flood
For each tear sprouts the greenery of a hundred smiling gardens.
Source : The Pilgrims Way : Diwan of Bhai Nand Lal Goya - Poet Laureate by BPL Bedi.
