I have talked to you, talked,
dark Lifter of Mountains,
About this old love,
from birth after birth.
Don't go, don't,
Lifter of Mountains,
Let me offer a sacrifice—myself—
beloved,
to your beautiful face.
Come, here in the courtyard,
dark Lord,
The women are singing auspicious wedding songs;
My eyes have fashioned
an altar of pearl tears,
And here is my sacrifice:
the body and mind
Of Mira,
the servant who clings to your feet,
through life after life,
a virginal harvest for you to reap.
--Mira Bai
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