Oh oh! I'm love-crazy.
No one knows my pain.
My bed is over the gallows.
How could I sleep?
My lover's bed is in heaven's mandala.
How could I get to Him?
The one who is wounded knows what a wound means,
what it means to be burned.
The jeweler knows what it means to be a jeweler,
what it means to have a jewel.
Afflicted by pain,
I wander from forest to forest.
O Lord, Mira's torment will be wiped out
only when the succor is the dusky Lover,
Hare Krishna!
