Kalaam-e-Goya : Bhai Nand Lal - Institute of Sikh Studies

gLjLl 17
qyrI ieh aMbr vrgI kflI juLlP mfno svyr df burkf hY,
ijvyN ikDry svyr df sUrj kfly bdl hyT luk igaf hY[(1)
jd myrf cMn svyr dI nINdr qoN AuT ky bfhr afieaf,
qfN mfno svyr dy sUrj dy muKVy nUM Aus so lfanqfN pfeIafN[(2)
jd qUM AunINdIafN aWKfN nfl bfhr afieaf,
qfN qyry muKVy nUM vyK ky svyr df sUrj sLrimMdf ho igaf[(3)
jd svyr df sUrj afpxy muKVy qoN burkf lfhuMdf hY,
afpxI suBfgI afmd nfl jhfn nUM rosLn kr idMdf hY[(4)
jigafsUafN dI ijLMdgI inq df jgrfqf hY,
goXf! myry leI agoN qoN svyr dI nINd hrfm hY [(5)(17)
Ghazal Seventeen
Your sable tresses are morning’s veil,
As if the sun were enshrouded by the black clouds.(1)
When the moon of mine, awakes from the morning slumber in the
ambrosial hours,
It appears to sneer at the semblance of the sun.(2)
When you, with your dreamy eyes, emerged,
The morning sun became ashamed to see you.(3)
When the morning sun takes away the veil from its face,
With its auspicious advent, it endows brilliance to the universe.(4)
The vigil through out the night is the life of spiritual seekers,
And, Goya, for me, the sleep at the early hours is a taboo.(5)(17)