Meera, a devotee of Krishna

 O my mind,

Worship the lotus ft of the Indestructible Lord!
Whatever you see twixt earth and sky
Will perish.
Why undertake fasts and pilgrimage?
Why interact in philosophical discussion?
Why commit suicide in Benaras?
Take no delight in the body,
Which will quickly mingle with the dust.
This existence is like the wearing of sparrows,
That will stop with the onset of night.
Why don the ochre robe
And go away domestic as a sannyasi?
Those who undertake the exterior garb of a yogi,
But do now not realize the secret truth,
Are caught once more in the internet of rebirth.
Mira’s Lord is the courtly Giridhari.
Deign to sever, O Master.
All the knots in her heart.