Mirabai

(1498 - 1546 / Kudki / India)

Mirabai Poems

1. I Am Mad With Love 1/1/2004
2. Do Not Leave Me 1/1/2004
3. A Cowherding Girl 1/1/2004
4. Listen 1/1/2004
5. I Have Found My Guru 1/1/2004
6. Keep Up Your Promise 1/1/2004
7. I Will Sing The Praises Of Hari 1/1/2004
8. I Have Found 1/1/2004
9. Nothing Is Really Mine Except Krishna. 1/1/2004
10. Strange Is The Path When You Offer Love 1/1/2004
11. Mira Danced With Ankle Bells 1/1/2004
12. Sleep 1/1/2004
13. O My Mind 1/1/2004
14. Drink The Nectar 1/1/2004
15. Mine Is Gopal 1/1/2004
16. I Send Letters 1/1/2004
17. That Dark Dweller In Braj 1/1/2004
18. The Arrow Of His Glance 1/1/2004
19. Come To My Pavilion 1/1/2004
20. The Dark One Is Krishna 1/1/2004
21. Mine Is The Lifter Of Mountains 1/1/2004
22. The Dagger 1/1/2004
23. A Great Yogi 3/29/2010
24. All I Was Doing Was Breathing 4/3/2012
25. In A Sudden 3/29/2010
26. I Am Pale With Longing For My Beloved; 4/3/2012
27. The Plums Tasted 3/29/2010
28. I Danced Before My Giridhara 4/3/2012
29. I Do Not Care About Social Norms 4/3/2012
30. A Limb Just Moved 4/3/2012
31. Clouds 4/3/2012
32. Unbreakable 1/1/2004
33. Life In The World Is Short 4/3/2012
34. Go To That Impenetrable Realm 4/3/2012
35. Your Slander Is Sweet 1/1/2004
36. Your Look Of Light 1/1/2004
37. The Rainy Season 1/1/2004
38. The Saffron 1/1/2004
39. Turn Back? 1/1/2004
40. Dark Friend, What Can I Say? 4/3/2012
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 Saffron

The saffron of virtue and contentment
Is dissolved in the water-gun of love and affection.
Pink and red clouds of emotion are flying about,
Limitless colours raining down.
All the covers of the earthen vessel of my body are wide open;
I have thrown away all shame before the world.
Mira's Lord is the Mountain-Holder, the suave lover.
I sacrifice myself in devotion to His lotus feet.

[Hata Bildir]