I Sing Of You, Mehera
	On Your Birthday, Meher Year '73

I sing of you, Mehera, belov'd of the Beloved of all men.

Before He began the Creation, the Beloved created you

To mirror to Him His love so that He would know it ever anew.

I sing of you, Mehera, belov'd of the Beloved of all men.

Then He made the earth as an arbor for your pleasure and quiet shade,

And ordered the stars out as your escort, and the moon to be your maid.

I sing of you, Mehera, belov'd of the Beloved of all men.

And He created the sun and rain to keep Earth always fair and green,

Bearing in each season choicest fruits and flowers for His chosen queen.

I sing of you Mehera, belov'd of the Beloved of all men.

The Beloved, because of a whim, caused the whole Creation to be:

In a One-word poem He contained it—and you are its melody

I sing of you, Mehera, belov'd of the Beloved of all men.