I am thrsty for your love,
my Beloved!
I shall make this body a lamp
and my tender heart
shall be its wick
I shall fill it with the scented oil
of my young love and burn it
night and day at your shrine,
o Beloved!
For your love I shall sacrifive
all the wealth of my youth.
Your name shall be the crown
on my head.
-Mirabai
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