The mind’s the garden of flowers, and

there He was, within me!O Lalli!Now why do you wanderlike a beggar?Make some effort,and He will grant youa vision of Himselfin the form of blissin your heart.

nor the process of meditation;The Father of all action forgot Himself there.The blind did not see any relationship and support there,The devout merged with Him, the moment they saw the Lord!

Blockade of audition, screening eyes,As the voice of god tickledMy consciousness!My Rattandeep (Ghee/burning lamp) sparkledEven in raging storms

I said, “It’s me, Lalla.”The Beloved woke. We became That,and the lake is crystal-clear.

scraped this pot* and went away.Had all together pulled on the rope,Why should the Eleventh have lost the cow?(Why should the soul have gone astray?)

and self-discipline, and helpfulness to others.Then everything you’ve done beforewill be brought as a sacrificeto the mother goddess.And each day, as you eat the herbs,your garden grows more bare and empty.[Taken from Naked Song, by Lalla / Translated by Coleman Barks]