Come to my pavilion, O my King. 
I have spread a bedmade of 
delicately selected buds and blossoms, 
And have arrayed myself in bridal garb 
From head to toe. 
I have been Thy slave during many births, 
Thou art the be-all of my existence. 
Mira's Lord is Hari, the Indestructible. 
Come, grant me Thy sight at once.