We do not get a human life
Simply by asking.
Birth as a human
Is the reward for good deeds
In former births.
Life waxes and wanes imperceptibly,
And stays not long.
The leaf that has fallen
Returns not to the branch.
Behold the Sea of Transmigration.
With its swift, irresistible tide.
O Lal Giridhari, O pilot of my soul,
Swiftly conduct my ship to the other shore.
Mira, the maidservant of Lal Giridhari.
Declares, “Life lasts but a few days only.”

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