One night as I walked in the desert
the mountains rode on my
shoulders

and the sky became my heart,
and the earth - my own body, I explored.

Every object began to wink at me, and Mira wisely
calculated the situation, thinking:
My charms must be at their height

now would be a good time to
rush into His
arms,

maybe He won't drop me
so quick.

Author: Mīrābāī