The Boat

O Brother, I must return home,

Please take me on your boat.
I got delayed in the market,
In all that haggling and purchase;
It was a luminous mirror
Which caught me in its spell:
But ,poor me, its price I could not pay.
Was it not sheer craziness on my part,
With just a cowrie in my purse,
To hang around near shops
Selling the finest cosmetic fripperies!
Whod care for a pauper like me?
I suffered silently the salt on my wound.
I wont be much of a burden for your boat,
Poor I am but Ill give you all my love,
Will sing you the songs of Meera and Soor,
And pay you the few coins that I get.
I put my head on your feet; have mercy.
O Brother, I must return home,
Please take me on your boat.