I will sing the Praises of Hari

We do not get human life ,
Just for the asking.
Birth in a human body ,
Is the reward for good deeds ,
In former births.
Life waxes and wanes imperceptibly ,
It doesn't stay long.
The leaf that has fallen ,
Doesn't return to the branch.
Behold the ocean of transmigration.
With its swift , irresistible tide.
O Lal Giridhara , O PiloT of my soul ,
Swiftly conduct my barque to the further shore.
Mira is the slave of Lal Giridhara.
She says : " Life last for few days only.
                  Life in the world is short ,
                  Why shoulder an unnecessary load of worldly relationship?
                  Thy parent gave thee birth in the world ,
                  But the lord ordained thy fate.
                  Life passes in getting and spending ,
                  No merit is earned by virtuous deeds.
                  I will sing and Praises Hari ,
                  In the company of holy man ,
                  Nothing else concern me."
Mira's lord is the courtly Giridhara,
she says : " Only by thy Power
                  Have i crossed to the further shore. "
                                                                          ~ Mirabai ~