mad pyom sèndu zalan yut,
rangan li:lamy karyèm kà:ts |
kà:ty khyèm manuSi ma:msàky nali:,
svay bà lal tà gav me kya:h ||
I drank as much wine
as the waters of the Sindh,
playing many rôles on
the stage of life.
No matter how many lumps
of human flesh I ate,
I am still the same Lalla,
and what has it
profited me?
Note: This poem is a reference to Lalla's many previous lives. The "lumps of human flesh" she "ate" probably refers to the many bodies in which she had reincarnated. But if those lives were lived in ignorance of the Self, what profit was there in them for her?
ॐ नमः शिवाय ॐ
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