Come To My Pavilion

Come to my pavilion, O my King.

I have spread a bedmade of

delicately selected buds and blossoms,

And have arrayed myself in bridal garb

From head to toe.

I have been Thy slave during many births,

Thou art the be-all of my existence.

Mira's Lord is Hari, the Indestructible.

Come, grant me Thy sight at once.