Mirabai

(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

1. The Beloved Comes Home 5/3/2016
2. The Music 5/3/2016
3. I am true to my Lord 5/3/2016
4. Mira is Steadfast 5/3/2016
5. Mira Knows Why 4/3/2012
6. Out In A Downpour 4/3/2012
7. The Five-Coloured Garment 5/3/2016
8. It's True I Went To The Market 4/3/2012
9. Friend, Without That Dark Raptor 4/3/2012
10. Strange Are The Decrees Of Fate 4/3/2012
11. I Write Of That Journey 4/3/2012
12. The Heat Of Midnight Tears 4/3/2012
13. We Do Not 3/29/2010
14. Only He Knows The Bitterness Of Love 4/3/2012
15. No One Knows My Invisible Life 4/3/2012
16. O My Friends 4/3/2012
17. O I Saw Witchcraft Tonight 4/3/2012
18. Torn In Shreds 3/29/2010
19. Why Mira Can'T Come Back To Her Old House 4/3/2012
20. Dark Friend, What Can I Say? 4/3/2012
21. Turn Back? 1/1/2004
22. The Rainy Season 1/1/2004
23. Your Look Of Light 1/1/2004
24. The Saffron 1/1/2004
25. Unbreakable 1/1/2004
26. Go To That Impenetrable Realm 4/3/2012
27. Clouds 4/3/2012
28. I Danced Before My Giridhara 4/3/2012
29. A Limb Just Moved 4/3/2012
30. Your Slander Is Sweet 1/1/2004
31. I Do Not Care About Social Norms 4/3/2012
32. The Plums Tasted 3/29/2010
33. Life In The World Is Short 4/3/2012
34. I Am Pale With Longing For My Beloved; 4/3/2012
35. In A Sudden 3/29/2010
36. All I Was Doing Was Breathing 4/3/2012
37. The Dagger 1/1/2004
38. A Great Yogi 3/29/2010
39. Mine Is The Lifter Of Mountains 1/1/2004
40. The Dark One Is Krishna 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Mirabai

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.



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The Rainy Season

The rainy season is abroad
And the skirt of my dress is wet.
You have gone off to distant lands,
And my heart finds it unbearable.
I keep sending letters to my Beloved
Asking when He will return.
Mira's Lord is the courtly Giridhara:
O Krishna, O Brother of Balram,
Grant me thy sight.

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