Make Thee My Servant

Make me thy servant – the last stain efface

Of Selfhood; be my life an offering

In song’s own bliss and bloom’s own loveliness.

For beauty holds a mirror to thee, O King

Of Beauty’s ultimate home – thy Brindaban
Whose glory in her bowers will I sing,

And accost thee daily in thy golden dawn:

In every flower, every purling stream
In changing forms deciphering the One.

Here, in thy happy haunt, where dreamers dream

And Yogis strive through Yoga thee to meet

And all who visit hail thy summit-gleam,-

Thy Mira treads but one way thee to greet:

She prays: ‘Besiege my heart at midnight hush

And on banks of Love’s blue rill thy dance repeat.’

Translated by Dilip Kumar Roy from original by Mirabai

Dilip Kumar Roy

From: Among the Great 1950: by Dilip Kumar Roy (out of print)


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