My one Love is the Prince of Love,

To none else am I sworn

But the dancer, crowned with peacock's plumes,

My one Rose, reft of thorn:

Who holds the conch, mace, discus, lotus,

Garlanded, blue-born.

For Him I left my father, mother,

Brothers, friends and home:

Hark back to them I can no more,

For Him alone I roam.

I am their servant who in dust

Will serve him day and night.

The worldly-wise cry: "See, a scandal!"

My soul: "Behold the Light!"

In the heart's lone waste with tears will Mira

Now nurse love’s seeds to bloom,

Waiting His vibrant day whose light

Shall laugh at the taunts of gloom.