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.
