Meerabai or Mirabai (alternate orthographies: Meera, Mira, Meera Bai) (Hindi:मीराबाई Bengali: মীরাবাঈ;) was an aristocratic Hindu mystical singer and devotee of Lord Krishna from Rajasthan and one of the most significant figures of the Sant tradition of the Vaishnava bhakti movement. Some 1,200–1,300 prayerful songs or bhajans attributed to her are popular throughout India and have been published in several translations worldwide. In the bhakti tradition, they are in passionate praise of Lord Krishna.
Details of her life, which has been the subject of several films, are pieced together from her poetry and stories recounted by her community and are of debatable historical ... more »
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I am mad with Love
I am mad with love And no one understands my plight. Only the wounded Understand the agonies of the wounded,
A Cowherding girl
The plums tasted sweet to the unlettered desert-tribe girl- but what manners! To chew into each! She was ungainly, low-caste, ill mannered and dirty,
Do Not Leave Me
Do not leave me alone, a helpless woman. My strength, my crown, I am empty of virtues, You, the ocean of them.
Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening, kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night. If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
I Have Found My Guru
I have found a guru in Raidas, he has given me the pill of knowledge.
Keep Up Your Promise
Take my arm and keep up your promise! They call you the refugeless refuge, they call you redeemer of outcasts.
Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love
Do not mention the name of love, O my simple-minded companion. Strange is the path When you offer your love.
Nothing is really mine except Krishna.
Nothing is really mine except Krishna. O my parents, I have searched the world And found nothing worthy of love. Hence I am a stranger amidst my kinfolk
I will sing the praises of Hari
We do not get a human life Just for the asking. Birth in a human body Is the reward for good deeds
Sleep has not visited me the whole night, Will the dawn ever come? O my companion, Once I awoke with a start from a dream.
I have found
I have found, yes, I have found the wealth of the Divine Name's gem. My true guru gave me a priceless thing. With his grace, I accepted it. I found the capital of my several births; I have lost the whole rest of the world. No one can spend it, no one can steal it. Day by day it increases one and a quarter times.
Drink the Nectar
Drink the nectar of the Divine Name, O human! Drink the nectar of the Divine Name! Leave the bad company, always sit among righteous company. Hearken to the mention of God (for your own sake). Concupiscence, anger, pride, greed, attachment: wash these out of your consciousness. Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover. Soak yourself in the dye of His colour.
Mira Danced with Ankle Bells
Mira danced with ankle-bells on her feet. People said Mira was mad; my mother-in-law
O my mind
O my mind, Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One! Whatever thou seest twixt earth and sky Will perish.
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I am mad with Love
I am mad with love
And no one understands my plight.
Only the wounded
Understand the agonies of the wounded,
When the fire rages in the heart.
Only the jeweller knows the value of the jewel,
Not the one who lets it go.
In pain I wander from door to door,
But could not find a doctor.
Says Mira: Harken, my Master,
Mira's pain will subside
When Shyam comes as the doctor.