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Слушать(AI)Come To My Pavilion
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.
Mirabai Mirabai
Mirabai मीराबाई, (c.1498–c.1546) was a 16th-century Hindu mystic poet and devotee of Lord Krishna. She is a celebrated Bhakti saint, particularl
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