Do not mention the name of love, <br />O my simple-minded companion. <br />Strange is the path <br />When you offer your love. <br />Your body is crushed at the first step. <br /> <br />If you want to offer love <br />Be prepared to cut off your head <br />And sit on it. <br />Be like the moth, <br />Which circles the lamp and offers its body. <br />Be like the deer, which, on hearing the horn, <br />Offers its head to the hunter. <br />Be like the partridge, <br />Which swallows burning coals <br />In love of the moon. <br />Be like the fish <br />Which yields up its life <br />When separated from the sea. <br />Be like the bee, <br />Entrapped in the closing petals of the lotus. <br /> <br />Mira's lord is the courtly Giridhara. <br />She says: Offer your mind <br />To those lotus feet.<br /><br />Mirabai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-is-the-path-when-you-offer-love/
