I hear his footfalls

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)