lal bà dra:yès kapàsi-poSècè sàtsày,
kö:Di tà du:ny körnàm yatsày lath |
tàyè yèli khö:rnàm zö:yiji tàyè,
bovàry va:nà göyèm alö:nzày lath |
I, Lalla, set out,
hoping to bloom
like a cotton flower.
The cleaner and
the carder gave me
hard blows,
When they spun me into yarn,
they stretched it tight,
hanging it on the
weaver's loom.
JK/NKK 105b
dvaby yeli chö:vànas dvaby-kany pèThày,
saz tà sa:ban màtshànam yatsày |
sàtsi yèli phirànam hani-hani kö:tsày,
adà lali mè prö:vàm parama-gath ||
When the washerman
pounded me on
the laundry stone,
he scrubbed me
hard with soap.
When the tailor
worked his scissors,
piece by piece,
then I, Lalla,
reached the highest
state.
Note: Lalla tells us here that she began her spiritual journey "hoping to bloom like a cotton flower," which sounds easy, natural, maybe even lyrical. Instead, her continued progress was hard, bruising, and she had to be remade, reshaped, to reach the "highest state." She quickly dispenses with romanticism and vain imaginings, giving us the hard truth that we are going to have to do some re-engineering of self to reach Self.
ॐ नमः शिवाय ॐ
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