Mirabai, a living embodiment that
“God is glorious in His Saints”.
Come, Beloved
As the lotus dies without water, As the night is blind without the moon, So is my heart without you, Beloved. I wander alone at night, Driven by my longing for you. I hunger for you all the day, I thirst for you all the night. My grief is beyond words My mind is beyond rest. Come and end my grief, Beloved. Come and bring joy to my heart. You know my inmost secret; Then look at me with eyes of love, Your slave for countless lives since the dawn of time. So says Meera at your feet.