An Invocation

Come, pray, come, O Lord of mine;
  I await Thee, I long and pine.
Oh come to my mansion, come, I pray,
  I stand with eyes glued on thy way.
I’ll shed with the coming of the morn
  All fineries that now me adorn.
On the path of life, forlorn I stand,
  For Satguru to come and hold my hand.
I hold a goblet of love for thee;
  Oh come, my Master, hearken to me.
The Saint is my life, my soul is he;
He pervades within, he dwells in me.
  In my every pore does he reside,
  As does rain in the clouds abide.
My soul is attuned to name divine;
  Oh come, pray come, dear Lord of mine.
Mira is the Lord’s beloved now,
  And, O Lord, her only love art Thou.
Mighty Lord, to Mira in Thy grace
  Hasten to grant a glimpse of Thy face.
My attention in Nij Nam does stay;
  Come, dear Lord of mine, oh come, I pray.
Come, I beseech Thee, O Lord of mine;
  Come, I await Thee, I long and pine.
_{Mira Bai, The Divine Lover}