I danced before my Giridhara. <br />Again and again I dance <br />To please that discerning critic, <br />And put His former love to the test. <br />I put on the anklets <br />Of the love of Shyam, <br />And behold! My Mohan stays true. <br />Worldly shame and family custom <br />I have cast to the winds. <br />I do not forget the beauty of the Beloved <br />Even for an instant. <br />Mira is dyed deeply in the dye of Hari.<br /><br />Mirabai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-danced-before-my-giridhara/
