Pray, some one, convey to Him, my......
Pray, some one, convey to Him, mymessage 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, andthe msset don, A mendicant shall I turn, seeking Him.I shall the sign of my consorthood, mybangles, break, and the partings of myhair disturb. And the collyrium of my eyes, I shallwash away. For every moment the agony of separationtroubles 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