This infamy, O my Prince,
Some revile me,
I simply follow my incomprehensible road.
A razor-thin path
but you meet some good people,
a terrible path but you hear a true word.
Because the wretched stare and see nothing?
O Mira’s lord is noble and dark,
rake only themselves
over the coals
For love of the Dark One: Songs of Mirabai / Andrew Schelling