ਬ-ਹੋਸ਼ ਬਾਸ਼ ਕਿ ਹੰਗਾਮਿ ਨੌ ਬਹਾਰ ਆਮਦ।
ਬਹਾਰ ਆਮਦੋ ਯਾਰ ਆਮਦੋ ਕੱਰਾਰ ਆਮਦ।
Rejoice! The Spring is here again.
The Spring, the Beloved and Joy, all have come together.
Among the thronging crowd wherever the eye turns
Whichever way I look, I see the Beloved.
I am the slave of my eye, whichever way it turns, I turn.
On the path of love my footsteps are helpless.
It was known to all the accusers by nightfall,
"I am the truth" said Mansoor when his footsteps took him to the
News spread to the Rose, and they all blossomed.
Through happiness a thousand nightingales have arrived.
Before my God I have no pride of the self. I am only bewildered,
By all the descriptions of his majesty, which are countless.
Let your thoughts O Goya, be entangled in the locks of the Beloved,
For the heart is restless with the yearnings for a glimpse.
Source : The Pilgrims Way : Diwan of Bhai Nand Lal Goya - Poet Laureate by BPL Bedi.
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