Pray, some one, convey to Him, my......
Pray, some one, convey to
Him, my
message to come.
The glad tidings to come,
the happy news
to come.
Neither comes He nor
sendeth any news.
He hath acquired the
habit to torment me.
Alack, howsoever I plead,
these eyes came
not for my reproach.
Flow they as the streams
in the rains.
What can I do, it is
beyond me.
The wings I do not
possess, wherewith to
fly o'er to Him.
Prays Mira, when will you
meet her?
Fallen a victim is she to
Thy snares.
I know not, the manner in which the.....
I know not, the manner in
which the
Beloved to meet.
My Beloved came and from
the
courtyard returned.
As I, the unlucky one,
lay asleep.
Accursed I, my garments I shall tear, and
the msset don,
A mendicant shall I turn, seeking Him.
I shall the sign of my consorthood, my
bangles, break, and the partings of my
hair disturb.
And the collyrium of my eyes, I shall
wash away.
For every moment the agony of separation
troubles me,
Not for a second can I secure peace.
Of Mira, the Lord is the Protector,
Mind, once you meet Him, take care,
You do not leave Him.
Writer
– Bankey Behari
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