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O My Friends
(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

O My Friends

Poem By Mirabai

O my friends,
What can you tell me of Love,
Whose pathways are filled with strangeness?
When you offer the Great One your love,
At the first step your body is crushed.
Next be ready to offer your head as his seat.
Be ready to orbit his lamp like a moth giving in to the light,
To live in the deer as she runs toward the hunter's call,
In the partridge that swallows hot coals for love of the moon,
In the fish that, kept from the sea, happily dies.
Like a bee trapped for life in the closing of the sweet flower,
Mira has offered herself to her Lord.
She says, the single Lotus will swallow you whole.

[Translated by Jane Hirshfield]

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Like a bee trapped for life in the closing of the sweet flower, Mira has offered herself to her Lord. She says, the single Lotus will swallow you whole. Mira offers herself to the Lord. mystical and spiritual. tony
Mirabai I've heard a lot of names. But I was not familiar with her writing. The first will read her writing. All written with a very nice visit.


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