Do not mention the name of love,
O my simple-minded companion.
Strange is the
When you offer your love.
Your body is crushed at the first step.
If you want to offer
Be prepared to cut off your
And sit on it.
Be like the moth,
Which circles the lamp and offers its body.
Be like the deer, which, on hearing the horn,
Offers its head to the hunter.
Be like the partridge,
Which swallows burning
In love of the moon.
Be like the
Which yields up its
When separated from the sea.
Be like the bee,
Entrapped in the closing petals of the lotus.
Mira's lord is the courtly Giridhara.
She says:
Offer your
To those lotus feet.
