come back, giridhara


O friend, I sit alone while the world sleeps.
In the palace that held love's pleasure the abandoned one sits.
She who once threaded a necklace of pearls is now stringing tears.
He has left me.
The night passes while I count stars.
When will the Hour arrive?
This sorrow must end.
Mira says: Lifter of Mountains, return.

(trans. by andrew schelling)