In fact, I need my heart and soul (faith) (want to live) only for you."(16) (5) Your firmament like lock of hair is just like a camouflage for the morning, Like a morning sun having been eclipsed under the black clouds. (17) (1) When my moon, while waking up from his day-sleep, came out, It was as if he was imprecating the posture of the morning sun. (17) (2) When you, the Guru, emerged with your sleepy eyes from your Bed of love, The morning sun was chagrined and abashed to compare itself with the radiance of your face. (17) (3) When the slumbering morning sun takes off his veil from its face, With its fortunate arrival, it brings (day)light to the whole world. (17) (4) The whole life of worldly people is an unending night-long vigil and is an ever lasting amnesia, Goyaa says, "However, for me, sleeping during the wee hours of the morning will be forbidden, sinful and morally wrong from now on." (17) (5) This playful eye attracts and takes away my breath, heart and faith, And it is the same lively eye that brings me out of my worries and sorrowful times. (18) (1) One of his locks of hair can create a calamity and disaster in the world, And just one of his eyes can bless the whole world with prosperity. (18) (2) Goyaa is praying, "Wish my heart becomes the dust of the feet of my beloved (Guru) - humility,
And my sportive eye steers my way towards the Akaalpurakh." (18) (3) Anyone who has tasted the savor of that mirthful eye (of the Guru), Will never care to look at the Narcissus flower again. (18) (4) Goyaa says, "Anyone who has had a glimpse of that sprightly eye (of the Guru) even once,
would have all his suspicions and illusions completely dispelled.” (18) (5)
Come back to your senses and rejoice! It is the time for the onset of the new spring season,
The spring is here, my beloved, the Guru, has arrived, and now my heart is serene and at peace.” (19) (1)
My (Guru's) splendor and refulgence have penetrated so much in the pupil of my eye,
That wherever and in whichever direction, it may look, it sees only the loving face of my beloved, the Guru." (19) (2) I am the slave of my eyes; I turn in the direction in which my eyes direct me and are gazing. What can I do? In fact, what control do we have in this path of love?" (19) (3)
Some claimant friends got the news from some one that Manssor,
yelling that he was the Lord, was seen proceeding towards the scaffold tonight. (19) (4)
Inform all the flowers to begin blossoming, because
This good news came from the thousand singing nightingales. (19) (5)
Goyaa says, "The tongue has become dumb out of shame and the heart is distraught on its own instance; Who can complete the story of my unlimited fondness for You, the Guru?" (19) (6)