Sing, O Mind, the lotus feet of the Immortal
Sing, O Mind, the lotus feet of the Immortal.
All that Thou seest between heaven and earth, thereby will vanish away.
What profit hadst thou from pilgrimage and fast? What profits it to close thine eyes in Kasi?
The real is within thy doors and thou perceivest not: from jungle to jungle in the garb of penance thou dost wander.
What profit hadst thou from the dyed garment, thy house forsaken, the recluse life?
Thou wast a Jogi knowing not Joga's meaning: instead there fell on thee the noose of endless births.
Now clasping helpless hands thy handmaid, Hari, makes her prayer.
Girdhar Nagar is Mira's Lord: sever this noose of death.
All that Thou seest between heaven and earth, thereby will vanish away.
What profit hadst thou from pilgrimage and fast? What profits it to close thine eyes in Kasi?
The real is within thy doors and thou perceivest not: from jungle to jungle in the garb of penance thou dost wander.
What profit hadst thou from the dyed garment, thy house forsaken, the recluse life?
Thou wast a Jogi knowing not Joga's meaning: instead there fell on thee the noose of endless births.
Now clasping helpless hands thy handmaid, Hari, makes her prayer.
Girdhar Nagar is Mira's Lord: sever this noose of death.
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