bhainandlal

O heart, since you have become aware of the Mystery Divine, Let us go and dwell in the heart of that precious Secret.

The Beloved and the heart have become one, For the heart is always at that door.

To sing your praise is delicious to the tongue. To talk of the beloved in his world, it is delicious!

O my soul, sing the Lord's praises ans say no more, Master yourself and follow he master.

I do not say, go to the Temple or the Mosque, O mystic! Whichever way you go , there is the Beloved, O mystic!

To be a sacrifice to the dust the Lover's feet tread over - This, O Goya, is the only wish of your heart.

Millions carry their head in their hand, Standing with their backs to the wall, in love.

What are they, O Goya, who live in His name? They are like the Sun, that lights the world.

Blessed is the footstep that treads on the path of love, Blessed is the tongue which in invoking the name of God finds its reward.

I said "I offer my life for a single glimpse of you", "Between you and me there can be no bargain" Said the Beloved.

My heart is burnt with pain of separation My Soul is flaming with desire for the sight of the Beloved.

Whichever way I looked, with the eye of search, Even into the abode of my own self, I found it to be the house of God.

Wakefulness is the life of those who know love, Say goodbye, O Goya, to the dawn of sleep.

If you have your head, take it as an offering to lay at his feet; If you have Life, sacrifice it at his altar, if need be. If you have hands, go and catch the garment of the Beloved O traveller on the path [of Truth], and walk the same way, if you feet have the pride of speed.

He is to be seen everywhere, but where is the eye that can see Him?

If the heart gets wise, it finds the Beloved inside it. If the eye can see, the Beloved is everywhere.

Blessed be the breath spent in invoking the Truth, Like the breeze every breath of life passes while we look on.

O come for a moment and sit in my eyes, If You sit in my eyes and gladden my heart, Oh, what happens!

I have burned myself in the flame of Love so badly That even one who hears of it gets burned.

There were no sign-posts on the Pilgrim's way, through heaven or earth, It was the zeal of my quest which brought me to the threshold of worship.

Scorched is the heart of all, of all, of all in love. Both the worlds are desperately impatient for a glimpse of the Beloved.

Even if thousands of moons and suns were to rise, without the Guru, there would still be pitch darkness. Holy and chaste is the Guru himself - for this reason I have placed him within my heart.

Make efforts to understand and realize the expansive territory of life, because I have no idea of the direction of the morning breeze from where it came or where it was headed to. Bhai Nand Lal Goya

Look! Here is Holy Light! Neither the whirlpool bars the lover’s way or the torrent, or the shore. Why, O heart, are you vainly wandering round the desert and the wood, the queen of beauty resides in your own eyes. Wherever I look, I find nothing else but Holy Presence. Then, O Goya, where can I go, if I leave the world and its trappings?

May my life be a sacrifice unto Guru Gobind Singh Ji. And may my head stay at the feet of Guru Gobind Singh Ji.