I will sing the praises of Hari
We do not get a human
Just for the asking.
Birth in a human
Is the reward for good
In former births.
Life waxes and wanes imperceptibly,
It does not stay long.
The leaf that has once
Does not return to the branch.
Behold the Ocean of Transmigration.
With its swift, irresistible tide.
O Lal Giridhara,
O pilot of my soul,
Swiftly conduct my barque to the further shore.
Mira is the slave of Lal Giridhara.
She says:
Life lasts but a few days only.
Life in the world is short,
Why shoulder an unnecessary
Of worldly relationships?
Thy parents gave thee birth in the world,
But the Lord ordained thy fate.
Life passes in getting and spending,
No merit is earned by virtuous deeds.
I will sing the praises of
In the company of the holy men,
Nothing else concerns me.
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara,
She says:
Only by Thy
Have I crossed to the further shore.
Mirabai Mirabai
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The saffron of virtue and Is dissolved in the water-gun of love and affection Pink and red clouds of emotion are flying about, Limitless colours raining down
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Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law said I ruined the family reputation Rana sent me a cup of poison and Mira drank it laughing I dedicated my body and soul at the feet of Hari
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