The song of the flute, O sister, is madness.

I thought that nothing that was not God could hold me,

But hearing that sound, I lose mind and body,

My heart wholly caught in the net.

O flute, what were your vows, what is your practice?

What power sits by your side?

Even Mira's Lord is trapped in Your seven notes.

-- Mirabai

(in Women in Praise of the Sacred,

edited by Jane Hirshfield)