Come To My Pavilion – Mirabai

Come to my pavilion, O my King.
I have spread a bed made 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.

Poem – Come to my Pavilion – Mirabai 

Mirabai 1498 - 1546  Kudki , India

Mirabai
1498 – 1546
Kudki , India


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.