Something has reached out and taken in the beams of my eyes.
There is a longing, it is for his body, for every hair of that dark body.
All I was doing was being, and the Dancing Energy came by my house.
His face looks curiously like the moon, I saw it from the side, smiling.
My family says: 'Don't ever see him again!' And they imply things in a low voice.
But my eyes have their own life; they laugh at rules, and know whose they are.
I believe I can bear on my shoulders whatever you want to say of me.
Mira says: Without the energy that lifts mountains, how am I to live?
The devotion and surrender to the god and Bahajans for meditation by MiraBai is beyond comments and respects in such feeling.
The devotion and surrender to the god and Bahajans for meditation by MiraBai is beyond comments and respects in such feeling.
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The devotion and surrender to the god and Bahajans for meditation by MiraBai is beyond comments and respects in such feeling.