Mine Is Gopal <br />Mine is Gopal, the Mountain-Holder; there is no one else. <br />On his head he wears the peacock-crown: He alone is my husband. <br />Father, mother, brother, relative: I have none to call my own. <br />I've forsaken both God, and the family's honor: what should I do? <br />I've sat near the holy ones, and I've lost shame before the people. <br />I've torn my scarf into shreds; I'm all wrapped up in a blanket. <br />I took off my finery of pearls and coral, and strung a garland of wildwood flowers. <br />With my tears, I watered the creeper of love that I planted; <br />Now the creeper has grown spread all over, and borne the fruit of bliss. <br />The churner of the milk churned with great love. <br />When I took out the butter, no need to drink any buttermilk. <br />I came for the sake of love-devotion; seeing the world, I wept. <br />Mira is the maidservant of the Mountain-Holder: <br />Now with love He takes me across to the further shore.<br /><br />Mirabai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mine-is-gopal/
