Disrobe, show Your beauty (from The Marital Garland of Letters)
Disrobe, show Your beauty.
Let this fickle mind see You,
and rest,
O Arunachala!
The mind, that strumpet, will stop walking her streets,
if she can just see You.
Uncover, and bind her
with Your Beauty,
O Arunachala!
The drunken mind, on her unsteady legs,
blocks the sight of You, and keeps me
from peace.
Give me the vision of Your Beauty,
O Arunachala!
You’ve taken me;
if you don’t now crush me in your embrace,
where then is your honor,
O Arunachala?