Sikh Prayer I am thirsting for your love, my Beloved!
I shall make this body a lamp, and my tender heart shall be its wick;
I shall fill it with the scented oil of my young love and burn it night and
day at Your shrine, O Beloved!
For Your love I shall sacrifice all the wealth of my youth;
Your name shall be the crown for my head.
I am longing for You, O my Lord: for the season of the sowing has come;
but You are not beside me.
Clouds gather on my brows and my eyes shed heavy showers.
My parents gave me to You, I have become Yours for ever; who but You
can be my Lord?
This separation troubles my breast; make me Your own; make me perfect
like You, O Lord of Perfection!
Mirabai, 16th Century
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