Come to my pavilion,
O my King.
I have spread a bedmade of delicately selected buds and blossoms,
And have arrayed myself in bridal
From head to toe.
I have been Thy slave during many births,
Thou art the be-all of my existence.
Mira's Lord is Hari, the Indestructible.
Come, grant me Thy sight at once.
