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.
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Maybe love poetry that has a philosophy in it is more beautiful and imaginative than sheer sentiment. To me, I find all-sentiment not as satisfying.
This is not merely an "I love you at present" song, but claims to have "Thy slave during many births." Should "births" translate as the common belief of reincarnation?
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