Where never darkness comes my home I’ve made;
There my delightsome lodging ever find.
That perfect shelter cannot fail our need;
Going and coming trouble us no more.
Beyond all vision and above all spheres,
He, our delight, our inmost sould indwells.
He, Mukta says, is our heart’s only home.
From: Macnicol, Margaret (ed.), Poems by Indian Women, Selected and Rendered by Various Translators, 1923, Association Press: Calcutta and Oxford University Press: London, p. 47.
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Date: 13th century (original in Marathi); 1923 (translation in English)
By: Muktabai (1279-1297)
Translated by: Margaret Grant Campbell Macnicol (18??-19??) and D. K. Laddu (?-?)
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