by Mirabai (India)
O friends on this Path,
my eyes are no longer my eyes.
A sweetness has entered through them,
has pierced through to my heart.
For how long did I stand in the house of this body
and stare at the road?
My Beloved is a steeped herb,
he has cured me for life.
Mira belongs to Giridhara, The One who lifts all,
and everyone says she is mad.
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