O master of the order 
of the Seli!
O dweller of heaven!
O great giver!
My Guru Nanak! 
Come to me to day!
O light of lights!
Thy seats are the sun 
and the moon!
My beloved! 
return to me to day!
It is the season 
of the cooling dew!
The dew is falling 
everywhere,
And wet is every rose.
The gentle breath 
of heaven blows.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
nice deep poem it is lovely and i like it a lot