Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | October 4, 2008


by Mirabai (16th Century).


O My Mind


O my mind,

Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One!

Whatever thou seest twixt earth and sky

Will perish.

Why undertake fasts and pilgrimages?                                          5

Why engage in philosophical discussions?

Why commit suicide in Banaras?

Take no pride in the body,

It will soon be mingling with the dust.

This life is like the sporting of sparrows,                                     10

It 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 Jogi,

But do not penetrate to the secret,                                              15

Are caught again in the net of rebirth.

Mira’s Lord is the courtly Giridhara.

Deign to sever, O Master.

All the knots in her heart. 



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