My friend, the stain of the Great Dancer has penetrated my body.
I drank the cup of music, and I am hopelessly drunk.
Moreover I stay drunk, no matter what I do to become sober.
Rana, who disapproves, gave me one basket with a snake in it.
Mira folded the snake around her neck, it was a lover's necklace, lovely!
Rana's next gift was poison: 'This is something for you, Mira.'
She repeated the Holy Name in her chest, and drank it, it was good!
Every name He has is praise; that's the cup I like to drink, and only that.
'The Great Dancer is my husband,' Mira says, 'rain washes off all the other colors.'
English version by Robert Bly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I stay drunk! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.