I treaded on the expanse
of the Void within me:
I lost intellect, cognizance and
The sensations external:
A detective of self.
I became myself; Lo and behold: from which ear
My (Lalla’s ) lotus blossomed forth?
[Translated by P. N. Razdan (Mahanori)]
I searched for my Self
until I grew weary,
but no one, I know now,
reaches the hidden knowledge
by means of effort.
Then, absorbed in “Thou art This,”
I found the place of Wine.
There all the jars are filled,
but no one is left to drink.
[Taken from Women in Praise of the Sacred: 43 Centuries of Spiritual Poetry by Women, Edited by Jane Hirshfield]
I didn’t bear with
Love, lust or affection .
Brushed off wrath and anger,
With a gust of wind (by pranayam)
I cut the feet of
Illusive attachment, temptation,
As well as the spell of ignorance:
And thus, I was emancipated.