I will fasten the bells of his love to my feet
And dance in front of Girdhar.
Dancing and dancing I will please his eyes;
My love is an ancient one.
My love is the only truth.
I do not care about social norms
Nor do I keep my family’s honour.
I cannot forget, even for a moment,
The beauty of my lover.
I am dyed in Hari’s colour.
From: The devotional poems of Mirabai. Trans. by Shreprakash Kurl. Calcutta: Writers Workshop, 1973
Taken from Other Women’s Voices