O my mind,
Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible Lord!
Whatever you see twixt earth and sky
Will perish.
Why undertake fasts and pilgrimage?
Why engage in philosophical discussion?
Why commit suicide in Benaras?
Take no pride in the body,
Which will soon mingle with the dust.
This life is like the sporting of sparrows,
That will end with the onset of night.
Why don the ochre robe
And leave home as a sannyasi?
Those who adopt the external garb of a yogi,
But do not realise the secret truth,
Are caught again in the net of rebirth.
Mira’s Lord is the courtly Giridhari.
Deign to sever, O Master.
All the knots in her heart.

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