The Five-Coloured GarmentMira Bai

The Five-Coloured Garment

I am infused in the Lord's hue, O friend.

Pray, get my garment dyed in five colours

so I may go and play in the arbour.

within the alcove I will meet my Master;

Shedding all falsity, I'll sing in joy.

The sun will perish, so too the moon;

Earth and sky will exist no more.

Air and water will also go;

The Eternal alone will there be.

Of surat and nirat make the lamp,

And let thy longing be the wick.

In this lamp pour the oil from love's mart;

Day and night it will keep burning bright.

They write letters whose spouses are afar.

My Beloved resides in my heart;

I need go nowhere to search for Him.

I live not with my parents,

Nor with my in-laws.

Ever do I live in the Word

My Master blessed me with.

Not mine nor thine is this house, O friend;

Mira lives absorbed in the Lord's hue.