I feel the pain of separation now more than ever. Mirabai speaks for me
O friend, I sit alone while the world sleeps.
In the palace that held love’s pleasure the abandoned one sits. She who once threaded a necklace of pearls is now stringing tears.
He has left me. The night passes while I count stars.
When will the Hour arrive?
This sorrow must end. Mira says: Lifter of Mountains, return.
(Bly’s translation).