Nargas-Bhai Vir Singh English

NAB,GASMOONLIGHTAnd she has been loving him for centuries.He pours his love on her, the moonlight that flowsout of his soul.He loves to gaze into her eyes, the eyes of his verysoul.He floods the moonlight with new, new love everynight,He floods her with the threads of an unbroken rainof love.The moonlight spreads along the ground, she roamseverywhere;She wanders over the river and the rocks, over thefields and the forests;She enters the cities, the lanes, the huts of the poor• and the mansions of the rich;She touches with silver joys the foreheads of bothsinner and saint;She illumines the door of the mighty and weak;But it is all the dance of the little, little feet of themillion footed moonlight.It is the storm of Jioy here below, it is the universalquivering of her feet.The unmoving moonlight gazes deep into the face ofthe moon,Her heart is strung up on high with the sacred,secret lotus.Out of the love of a single twain, so much blessingflows for the worlds below,With every one, yet with none.Page 15www.sikhbookclub.com