Neendarli nahi awae
I don’t have a wink of sleep; the night seems to be endless. Will ever my misery end? Will ever dawn alight?
In dream if I lose Him, with a start I wake up. Even the cool moonbeam is searing my heart.
I languish in agony, and my death is nigh. Oh my merciful Lord, will I ever meet Thee?
I’m oblivious of my body, I’ve grown frantic with pain. Can others ever know the torment I suffer?
He alone knows the ache who has suffered the pangs. Mira’s life and death now, oh Lord, are in Thy hands.