Bhai Nand Lal Goya poetry------1


O cool breeze, dear I have a request
When my body gets reduced to dust
Take it to the door of my master
and let it be there forever
None of my rivals should ever so say
that the dust of my body had gone astray.

Nand Lal goya 

translated by Santokh Singh Ahuja

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