I hear His footfalls ring.
I strain mine eyes… when will He come, my King?
Lo, peacocks flaunt their gorgeous plumes in glee,
Cuckoos, papiaha warble in ecstasy!
Blue showers fall and boom deep thunder-clouds,
Swift blades of lightning pierce their opaque shrouds!
Young in her gala garments Nature answers
With loveliness world’s loveliest of dancers!
But Mira’s heart to meet Him is on wings!
O come, delay no more, my King of Kings!
Based on Poem by Mirabai
Translated by – Dilip Kumar Roy
From: Among the Great 1950: by Dilip Kumar Roy (out of print)