On High Waves

Mira Bai

When shall I see Thy sweet face
O my Beloved
When shall I hear Thy sweet voice
I am ever restless, O Lord
Come Thou soon, I can no longer wait.

The secret arrow of love
Has pierced my heart through.
My heart is burning
in separation from my Lord.
My hunger is lost, me sleep is gone.
Dwell in my eye, O Giridhar Nagar
Enthrone thyself in my heart
and let me hear Thy flute.