The colors of the Dark One have penetrated Mira's body; all the other colors washed out. <br />Making love with the Dark One and eating little, those are my pearls and my carnelians. <br />Meditation beads and the forehead streak, those are my scarves and my rings. <br />That's enough feminine wiles for me. My teacher taught me this. <br />Approve me or disapprove me: I praise the Mountain Energy night and day. <br />I take the path that ecstatic human beings have taken for centuries. <br />I don't steal money, I don't hit anyone. What will you charge me with? <br />I have felt the swaying of the elephant's shoulders; <br /> and now you want me to climb on a jackass? <br />Try to be serious <br /> <br />[Translated by Robert Bly]<br /><br />Mirabai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-mira-can-t-come-back-to-her-old-house/
